Reflections From A Guy Who Never Thinks About Anyone Else While Believing That Everyone Else Is Always Thinking About Him

Rampage:  A course of violent, frenzied action.

As I work through another pile of a seemingly endless pile of irritation at people who aren't doing what I want them to do I usually end up at the spot where I realize that nobody is doing anything to me.  They're not even taking the time to think about me - at all - let alone coming up with some complicated plans to make me uncomfortable.  It's a paradox of unimaginable futility on my part.  We talk about egos-on-rampage all of the time in The Fellowship - sometimes I get complacent and think that my ego is  . . . not rampaging, exactly, more like some mild, uninterested pillaging.   

I'm guessing - and I'm probably pretty accurate here - that my sister isn't thinking about me at all.  I'm not that important to her day to day life.  I sent an email to her and she had a reaction to it - likely an uninvolved reaction - and then she moved on with her life.  But me? I think she has plotted out an elaborate scheme to punish me for something I've done or left undone.  I don't spend any time on other folks but I think they're obsessed with me.

I clearly have a long, long way to go.  Luckily, it's a long, long journey.