Me & The God-Complex
Don’t you ever wonder where this life is really taking you?
We’ve all heard the “find your own path” lecture. But is everyone really cut out for it?
I know I’m not. I’m one of the many people who’ve contented themselves with thinking that they were born to lead & then go on ordering around everything that breathes.
But really, are there people who are born ONLY to follow, to live merely in servitude of people having higher intellect/masters of manipulation? Do “Igors” really exist in the world?
Maybe they do. Maybe it’s the quite people who used to sit at the back of the classrooms, never socialized in any activities, never talked to anyone for fear of becoming known, never actually existed outside their own little worlds.
Or maybe it’s the people who talked too much in class, who always knew everything, who were so proud of their intellectual ability that they never really learnt anything worthwhile & ended up being the sidekick instead of the hero.
Don’t you ever think who these people are? Isn’t the fact that there might be someone who can be easily intimidated by a single glare somewhat appealing? It is to me.
For me it means there one more person out there who can be forced into believing what I believe, forced into living the kind of life I chalk out for them, forced into thinking that I’m somehow better than them & worthy of more.
What they don’t realize is that I’m the same person. I have nothing more than what they have, except for a God-complex & an intimidating glare.
What they don’t realize is that I’m as scared as they are whenever I see a new face or am faced with a new challenge, but only I don’t cower & withdraw, rather laugh off the chills & do what all God-complex patients do; delegate.
What they don’t know is that I’m actually them, a little more insane but essentially the same.