When I am a victim…
…I feel a weight on my shoulders. It’s pushing down so that I bend slightly at the knees. It’s what they call my ‘ego.’
Every time life was unfair to me; my ego has inflated a little more. Now I carry it around. I have to trudge under the weight.
I feel weary, often depressed, but my ego needs protecting. I was wronged, and so my ego needs to be big and strong to take revenge on life.
Life was harsh to me, so I deserve a big, heavy, impenetrable ego.
…I feel entitled. This makes me realize that I can be passive to get the things I deserve in life. I’m waiting for good things to come to me. I’m checking my watch. I’m looking out the window. Waiting.
…I avoid taking too many risks. I come up with an even better excuse than last time, for:
- Not posting that article.
- Not starting that side-business.
- Not emailing that potential mentor.
- Not going to that meet up.
Why?
Because I might get rejected. And rejection is an absolute no-no for my self-image. My ego could pop if I get rejected, and that would involve pain. This is something I am not willing to go through again. So I’ll stay home and…
