The Question is Why
I’ve been asking myself the following question for many years.
Why do some people feel the need or burning desire to feel important to others? Are their lives so shallow? “I did this and I did that”, “I met so and so” and “I have this and I have that”.
My Dad would have called them “braggarts”! But I believe that it goes far beyond bragging with some people. It seems to be a compulsion for some individuals to feel more important than the really are. They seemingly need to impress others.
This type of person really irritates me. And I have met quite a few in my life. But the first and foremost is my Brother-in-Law (AKA Uncle John). Maybe it’s because I have been around him more than I have the others.
Not to say that Uncle John hasn’t had some good accomplishments, met some interesting famous people and has had some nice possessions. I just can’t stand the constant reminders of these facts.
I rarely crow about myself. Perhaps, I have nothing to crow about. But I can’t stand the people that continually attempt to remind me of their accolades.
I let my actions speak for themselves; I don’t feel the need to tell people about what I have achieved, whom I have met and what possessions I possess. Is this unusual or is this normal?
Not that I do not take pride in what I have accomplished in my life; I just rather have others praise me, than to praise myself. But I never look for praise and do not expect it from others. Perchance they’ll eulogize me after I am no longer here. I’ll never know.
From Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar:
“I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones”
So let it be with me!
I actually do care about what my friends think about me. But I never endeavor to impress them or a casual acquaintance with anything other than my excellent memory and my trivial knowledge. You never have to remind your friends of whom and what you are. If they are your friends they probably know you better than you know yourself.
The Beach Bum
Why do some people feel the need or burning desire to feel important to others? Are their lives so shallow? “I did this and I did that”, “I met so and so” and “I have this and I have that”.
My Dad would have called them “braggarts”! But I believe that it goes far beyond bragging with some people. It seems to be a compulsion for some individuals to feel more important than the really are. They seemingly need to impress others.
This type of person really irritates me. And I have met quite a few in my life. But the first and foremost is my Brother-in-Law (AKA Uncle John). Maybe it’s because I have been around him more than I have the others.
Not to say that Uncle John hasn’t had some good accomplishments, met some interesting famous people and has had some nice possessions. I just can’t stand the constant reminders of these facts.
I rarely crow about myself. Perhaps, I have nothing to crow about. But I can’t stand the people that continually attempt to remind me of their accolades.
I let my actions speak for themselves; I don’t feel the need to tell people about what I have achieved, whom I have met and what possessions I possess. Is this unusual or is this normal?
Not that I do not take pride in what I have accomplished in my life; I just rather have others praise me, than to praise myself. But I never look for praise and do not expect it from others. Perchance they’ll eulogize me after I am no longer here. I’ll never know.
From Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar: “I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones”
So let it be with me!
I actually do care about what my friends think about me. But I never endeavor to impress them or a casual acquaintance with anything other than my excellent memory and my trivial knowledge. You never have to remind your friends of whom and what you are. If they are your friends they probably know you better than you know yourself.
The Beach Bum
Labels: Opinions, People, Personal, Pet Peeves
posted by The Beach Bum at 1:34:00 PM
7 comments
