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.
That 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.
(Note on August 12, 2012: This was originally posted on
my Tumblr. I'm doing some online
housekeeping and I figured I'd leave my Tumblr out of the drama and
corral introspective shit here. I left my blog last August of
2009 but I've reemerged somewhere between that and this.)
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