I HATE I HATE I HATE when people have egos the size of Antartica plus Africa plus Spain. It bugs the shit out of me. An example?
When I was in highschool, I had the "joy" of being in yearbook. "Oh how fun and delightful!" You might say, but no, it was no where near either of those choices. Yearbook=hell on earth. Why? Cause the advisor thought she was oh-so-smart (she wasn't) and oh-so-wise (she definitely wasn't). All she ever cared about was winning awards--our creativity was squelched. We had to follow exact guidelines that created a path to First Place. Her ego took over our Yearbook, and the yearbook turned out ugly, dull and not worth a second glance. I hate that with a PASSION. And to this day, I'm not that fond of rewards and recognition.
So, again today, I had to deal with egos at work. Really, these people should read the Greek Myth on Icarus (sp?). Their pride is definitely creating those wax wings, and when they attempt to fly, they'll find themselves falling into the ocean. If I told those fools at work not to fly too close to the sun they probably wouldn't get it anyway.
I'm not really mad at anyone; I really do love everyone at work. I just want people (and the world) to see that this crap creates wars, tears and scars. Why must we as human beings be so prideful? I know, it's human nature, yada yada yada. And this is why a socialist society would never work, yada yada yada. I know all of this.
But whatever. Life would be so much easier if pride weren't in the way.
ah, yes those great memories in yearbook. F*cking Bitches. I wont dwell on the subject because I know how we both get so worked up to the point where we want to drop a bomb on N8. clenched fists. anyway lizzy tells darcy to "stuff your ego up your ass" but in less eloquent words, its great! read on friend, read on.
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