Ego

Today I watched football and played Xbox and used the internet. I'm kind of afraid that's what I'll be doing the next two weeks because I don't have school. I should definitely read more, and I should definitely write more--in my diary, at least. At least I'm putting time aside to write here.

One day I'll have to experience snow.

There was this guy in my fiction writing class who would be on his computer whenever somebody was reading their story. It's rude to expect people to listen to you, and then ignore those people when you're supposed to listen to them. Did he think he was better than everybody? Did he think no one was worth listening to? Sure, there were people in the class who weren't good writers, but why ignore them? Is his ego that big?

I have a big ego. I freely admit that. I'm trying to cure it, but it's difficult for me. I'm always comparing myself to everyone else.

One of the reasons I love my dad is because he has almost no ego. It's so wonderful because he doesn't belittle people and even tries to understand them. I can correct him without fear of reprisal. He admits when he's wrong too. He's self-sacrificing and honorable. He sees every one as equal. He doesn't considered himself above anyone, nor anyone above him. That's the way we should be. That's the kind of person I want to be.

This comes to mind:

"I'm just sick of ego, ego, ego. My own and everybody else's. I'm sick of everybody that wants to get somewhere, do something distinguished and all, be somebody interesting. It's disgusting--it is, it is....Just because I'm so horribly conditioned to accept everybody else's values, and just because I like applause and people to rave about me, doesn't make it right. I'm ashamed of it. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody."--Franny by J.D. Salinger