Since I've already stated how I'm feeling this weekend yesterday, I suppose I'll just write on the quote now. "There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire; it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.' – George Eliot (1819-1880) First of all, I just want to point out that George Eliot/Marian Evans is totally one of the best quote providers(?) ever. Really, I love her mind. So I feel like this quote says that if you've got an ego, any form of one, you'll suffer some form of jealousy. Which would seem too bad, but if you think about it, every single one of us has an ego. Obviously, some of us are extremely egotistical, will others are more humble, but it's there in all of us. I try to keep a lid on mine. And there are some who are completely unaware of everything else and think they're just about the best thing in existence and so lack the uneasiness mentioned by Eliot. But the majority of us end up somewhere in between, knowing we shouldn't have a big head and wanting to have high confidence at the same time, or else we're so self absorbed that we scream our problems to the world and expect everyone to pity us, or at least pretend to care. It's really quite selfish. To be honest, I really despise those people. No, you are not more important than the rest of us, nor are you better, nor should you be thought of as such. So stop craving our attention. You might need to feed of our sympathy, or even our problems, but we don't want to feed off yours. At east, we don't want to want to feed off yours. So stop your whining.
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