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Obsession is the greediest form of self flattery. Consider how the obsessed carry out interaction- whether it be me, he or she, their words become like lead as they weigh down their invariably one-sided conversations, as if they’d be committing ego suicide if they were to let someone else get a word in edge-wise. It’s like being endlessly buffeted by wind when in their midst. Bothering to point this out to them is as futile as the brief stink of flatulence in the proverbial whirlwind- the most you’ll get is a wrinkling of their nose. The fact is they already know their fault but they’re too absorbed in themselves to care about what may be important to someone else, like a glutton with an endless bowl of food who knows full and well the next bite could burst his gut but can’t detach his hand from the fork. So you smile and nod as they carry on, but your mind becomes more and more divorced as they plunge so deeply into repetition they may as well be chewing a wad of gum. End position: everyone is numb to what the other thinks, uncomfortable glances at watches are made and halfhearted farewells are doled out like dismissive quarters given to panhandlers. Sad that the obsessed are never compelled to change Post a comment in response: |
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