To say I love you, you must first know how to say the I.
(Though, having said that I always loved Galt more than Roark)
Boss found it amusing. And asked me where I get all these fancy lines from. At that time I was into it. I grew up then. And real life took over. I still find it fancy sometimes to get back to these sort of conversations. For pure amusement, not beliefs. I think beliefs were built over time, though I have to admit, Galt influenced me, when I felt all grown up, but really wasn’t. That’s another story?
Growing up has also quietened me. Largely. I no longer want to comment on people’s lifestyles and choices. I just don’t have the mental bandwidth to do so. In fact I am so mild sometimes, that people think I am a socialist. Imagine that now.
Though before my sister reads this and vehemently disagrees, I do occasionally talk *about others* and *am judgmental* with people who I like and know.
Because I can afford to? Because they understand where I come from. Curious orange cat, you may say.
However, I saw a post today [chocolates for guessing who ;-)] and it’s not uncommon really (even on everyday Twitter), which was interesting
(ah.major.put.off). Just that I notice. Everytime. And I’m feeling cat enough to share my wonder you can ignore, judge.
1) I know you can write and publish and that it’s free
2) I know I don’t have to read it
3) I know you’re not 16…or 20 even
Aber, why do you think everyone else in the world is charmed by you?
It’s good to have a positive self-image. It’s delusional to have no self-introspection and communicate in a way that you believe people reading you are desperate for your ‘tips’ and consider you the next big thing. That’s just being vain. Albeit, if you were all very charming and nice, the fan club would come naturally. Like at work, you shouldn’t have to fake seniority, people should feel it. All basics, one may argue.
And now that we did broach on the topic, I was not vanity, but egocentricity. Vastly different don’t you think?