I’m gonna BE somebody! You just wait and see!
Remember those days?
An inflated sense of self does no one any favors. Least of all the bottom of the barrel crew that held out false hope for great things.
Fame and fortune, recognition and respect.
Whether your falsely inflated ego was your own doing or someone elses, being imbued with self importance almost always ends badly for the talentless.
Being completely deluded about your abilities and charms does occasionally have it’s perks if you are surrounded by enough minions, yes men or stupid people to make your dream a reality.
Look at Kim Jong-il, James Cameron and the guys from Tool Academy (do not pretend you are too good for this flaming turd of a show).
They don’t seem to be suffering any ill effects of healthy egos and constant undeserved stroking.
But what about us little folks who’s parents tried to build our failing self esteem brick by painful brick with praise and whispers that we might be special?
Maybe just a cut above the rest.
The world is not as kind to us.
Maybe we had a talent or ability that our parents hoped would give us the edge over the masses if properly cultivated.
We were promised spectacular results and bona fide returns on our imagined gifts but clearly we were duped into believing we were more special than we actually were.
There is no bigger disappointment than finding out you are no better than the nameless faceless folks you tried to feel superior to. Disappointingly, no one is going to step up and give you a platform to showcase the little something extra you’ve got that you think gives you the edge over Jane Q. Public.
So those of us who were primed for greatness but fell hard into the pot of mediocrity stew have some hurdles to jump before we come to terms with our lot in life, but honestly it comes as a bit of a relief to relinquish the title of next great thing since it wasn’t happening anyway.
Better to lower expectations than suffer crushing defeat.