Why is Whitey so mad? All Whitey's life, he is told that the world belongs to him. That he has intrinsic value. That his ideas, his convictions, his views of the world are "correct." Sure, there are others in "Western civilization" that came before him; these are his "forefathers," or even better, his "founding fathers." With their pure original genius and raw willpower, completely on their own and with no one else's help at all, they built the optimal world in which he lives, in which he is graciously on their level.
Don’t praise meFor I am nothing more than you.Don’t compliment my lookFor I have worked at it the least.Don’t tell me that I helped youFor the depth of your sadness magnified my worth.Don’t tell me that I’m wiseWhen such wisdom turns my hopes to lies.Don’t tell me that I’m patientFor I was born to wait for things to end.Don’t tell me that I’m brightFor what voids have I undone?Don’t tell me I’m specialFor special people are never told.Don’t call me a good friendFor I would do the same for anyone.Don’t ask to hold my handFor you ask to do what I’m already doing in my mind.Don’t say that I have talent,For talent is not an act but a costume.Don’t tell me I’m articulateFor it is only to avoid starting an argument.Don’t envy meFor you envy envy itself.Don’t love meFor to love me is to love anger.Don’t forgive meBecause I will only do it again.Don’t hold me close to youFor closeness is where my heart ends.
Why does love so often involve pain? You love someone and they don't love you back. Pain. You love someone and they leave you. Pain. You love someone and they let you down. Pain. You love someone and they're in pain, so they hurt you. Pain.
In the fitness industry where I work as a personal trainer, there is a lot of pressure on men to grow copious amounts of muscle for no other reason than to be the biggest and best. It has little or nothing to do with professional development, social development, or personal development. Anyone who's bigger than you is better than you and anyone who's smaller than you is beneath you.
We are often unaware of our habits. Getting up three minutes before the alarm goes off, leaving tiny bits of food on our plate at every meal, saying "this is based off of that" instead of "this is based on that," taking in a heady eyeful when someone of the attracted sex walks past...these are habits. We would probably never say they are addictions.
My first car was a brand new 2010 Subaru Forester X Premium. I loved everything about it: the cloth seats, the huge sunroof, the bright headlights, the killer sound system (after I added a small preamp unit, of course), the shiny black paint, the way it revved when I pressed the gas pedal just beyond that special point. It was a beaut, and it was my beaut.