December 18, 2009

• Stop Feeding My God Complex (re-post)

  Quick vent time, and then I'll relax. As most of you know, I'm a nerdy perfectionist with cheerful streaks of paternalism and yesterday's spaghetti and meatballs (Where's my Tide stain pen?!). So given all these giftings (or quirk-ings), I tend to have issues with wanting to be perfect all the time and wanting to make everyone else perfect too. I don't think this is new if you've hung around me at all, so no, this isn't juicy tell-all or emotive disclosure. I think (adjusts armband, re-applies mascara).

  Anyway, problem is, lately my friends keep falling apart every time I turn my back. I'll get busy and not talk to them for a little while, or they will be busy. And when I contact them again, turns out they're now married to Little Miss Homewrecker, or are pregnant with no father to be seen, or dropped out of school and have decided they want to be a karaoke star/barista. Ok, the last part is kind of cool, but you get what I mean.

  Friends, PLEASE stop doing this to me. (Yes, forget about the pain those friends face from a bad relationship or drug addiction--this is my note, it's all about me). This fuels my inevitable god complex that I am the reason the sun orbits around the earth (shh, my godhood is old-school--really old school). Make me feel less important. Succeed without me, and then invite me to your wedding and let me mingle with your hundreds of happy friends and family. It'll be good for my ego, and by extension, the world itself. Oops. See, my god complex doesn't need any fuel! :-p

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