ego

I wonder what it would be like to have grown up in the center of the universe. I have too much of that already--entitlement and (inaccurate) self-grandeur. I am way too eager to accept praise and unjustified kisses. Sometimes I pretend I'm not, but it's a load of crap. I am full of myself. I suppose this could have been tempered by direct intervention, full attention from day one. But I'd say probably not. I'd say if I were the only thing that mattered I'd choose turn myself into a wild-eyed source of destruction. I'd say I'd probably be bending myself in half in the pursuit of freedom. I'd probably be miles away.