The Good, the Gooder, and the Baddest

I admire people who are very self-less, people who have egos that don't need a lot of propping up and are fairly welcoming of criticism. The kind of people who can go to a show and enjoy the performance without thinking, "God, I wish I could do that." If my ego is spastic and thirsty, theirs is calm, flat, and sated. I admire those people because I am not really one of them.

Instead, I'm a bit selfish and self-absorbed, like most people. I get offended pretty easily, and I don't take criticism very well. But I've noticed something about us, the clan of the ego-maniacs (which is also the name of a popular young adult novel, I think). Some of us are fully aware of our self-absorption, and some of us are not. I believe that being self-obsessed AND self-aware is better than being self-obsessed and self-ignorant.

Ego-maniacs who don't know they're egomaniacs are little pockets of disaster and strife. On the heavenly pitch, they war with the thousand points of light, and the earth in rendered as the Yin and the Yang claw for territory.