I wake up every day around noon. Instead of leaving the bed, as many normal
people have to do, I take a book and put it under the covers. I read twenty
pages of a work that took several hundred men of hours to complete, and
perhaps thousands if you account for the expertise he had developed to
write. Why did he write the book? For money? For the glory? Just to share
knowledge on good will?
A man wrote a book because he thinks he has something that other people don
t have. His work comes from a position of superiority, but just who is
checked in physical form once the book is complete and achieves positive
reviews and sales. A human ego worked hard and end to strain for a book
that brings me entertainment and knowledge, and I thank her ego for it,
wanting to prove that he could bring value to the world.
I make a cup of coffee and sit down at my desk. I check Twitter first, and
I am greeted by a backlog of tweets from people in desperate need of
followers and retweets, which are competing with millions of others to be
heard in the sea of social media. I appreciate their efforts futile, that
lousy rewards, and I quickly update the news, which includes Google
verification News to see what will be the lies of the day, written by
journalists who hope to transform their degrees Liberals soft power by
massaging their egalitarianism in palliative narrative. See how they work
hard for your attention! All my clicks, for the chance to affect my
perception of reality.
As the world population grows in the heights to which people strain to be
noticed and feel special borders on the insane. Women sell their vaginas to
perform in porn, men spend more than 12 hours a day in front of a computer
screen to break a story 30 seconds before anyone else, and leftists rush to
destroy their own country through virtual signaling exhibitions in a
pathetic attempt to prove to others that they are as moral as Jesus. The
continuing need to be higher is played continuously throughout the world,
as egos fight for fame, money, recognition, and pats on the back that
increasingly aren t even physical but existing form pixels smaller screens.
Great item & # 8221 !;
Comment Sharp & # 8221 !;
You predicted this & # 8221 !;
Good work & # 8221 !;
The ego is stroked, it feels good, and then quickly fades as sensation and
you are back in the grind, with a new idea to design the perfect selfie
that hides your flaws or Tweet expertly designed that will not fail to
spread far, all to prove you're a person, you're special, and I enjoy how
so many egos fighting for my attention, I realize that I'm no different
from them. The websites I have built, I have written books, thousands of
articles I published Vee to mold the world in my correct version of reality
points to an ego that needs to be in the top 1% of all egos, which is so
massive took the indignation of the whole world to see last.
Other egos dance for me and I respond by sitting at my laptop for several
hours a day, writing articles like this one at the homecoming dance. Your
comments, praise and actions give me moments of euphoria, regardless of the
passenger, and I'll make a template that you notice me you made a template
for me to notice you. We all want to feel like we're special, we have
accomplished something more than billions of other humans that inhabit this
planet, and yet we're never quite be that someone, or he there would be a
point where we up and shouts that s I m done! Our ego won t allow. We
continue to primp for others to produce other, compete with others, and
after years of doing so, for decades to dance the jig, a question may force
it to the surface, despite your best efforts for burial, a question comes
from the depths of your being that you're the hangover yet another high
ego. The question of exactly what we live for us.
This article was originally published on Roosh V.
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