About all the things that are wrong with other people and how they hurt us and manipulate us and make us feel like crap. But self-reflection is a high art.
I can start talking about egos but
doing so really just elevates my own, that I am better than the rest is
an innate, uncontrollable human instinct, developed evolutionarily for
self-preservation but bloating unstoppably into things that lead us into
war and hatred and gossip.
Can't lose the ego, because for us
that's all we are. It's a fact and watch it if you feel the need to
conradict it--that is most definitely still your ego, telling you, of
course you're unlike other people, you always know better.
I'm reading a book on Valentine's day is the pathetic thing. But that
I'm doing so because my aunt, 7 at 65, has no one to celebrate
Valentine's with sort of makes all this much more meaningful. And you
know me, I thrive on meaning.