Self-Entitlement

I have known, and still know, a number of people who have such a sense of entitlement.  Some healthy and some, well, not so healthy.  I struggle with this.  I always have.  How can a person just automatically think they should have anything they want anytime they want it?  Does it mean that just because you want it you should have it?  What if it means someone else may have to do without in order for you to have it?  These exact thoughts are why I have never felt I was entitled to anything other than common courtesy that I afford everyone else.  I am beginning to question this, though.

There are those I have known, and now choose to remove myself from them, that will have what they want regardless of the expense of others.  They will pursue their dreams and desires regardless of the cost to their children, harm to others or consequences and it’s all justified with the thought that it’s their due.  Some have even said, “You do what you have to do to get what you want.”  Really?  Huh. 

There are those that make no qualms about expecting things their way or things they want that don’t go out of their way to hurt or take advantage of others.  If they want it, they’ll get it, but not to the detriment of others.  When asked why they must have everything their way, they will calmly reply, “Why shouldn’t I have what I want?”  Hmmmm.  Got a point there.

There are those that dream of having what they want but would never pursue it if there’s any possibility of it harming another in any way or fashion.  These are usually the same people who, deep down, wonder why they’re not “worthy” of having what they want.  I believe I fall into this category.  As mentioned before, though, in the past few years, I have begun asking myself why I don’t deserve certain things in life.  Why wouldn’t I deserve to have my birthday remembered?  Why wouldn’t I deserve to have my food delivered to me the way I ordered it?  Why don’t I deserve success if I work for it?  These are just the tip of the iceberg.  I don’t believe the things I’m asking for are too much, dammit!

Yes, this can all be blamed on parenting, economic status, etc.  Maybe that is it.  However, I don’t want to spend my life blaming my parents, financial hardships and former spouse for all of my issues.  There comes a time when I must look in the mirror and take care of the task at hand. (This is a topic for a future blog, by the way.)  I believe it’s time to get the Windex out and get to work.

I would like to find a way to ease into the second person described but am hesitant to do so because there’s that whole idea that I may get greedy and turn into the person described in the first scenario.  Therefore, I say in the third category.  It’s a vicious cycle that causes much inner turmoil.  All I know is this, I cannot bring myself to being responsible for another person’s discomfort, demise, sadness, pain, anguish or poverty.  It’s not in my nature.  When I discover I have caused this in another, it weighs heavily on me and I instantly have to try and do something to make it better.  I almost always end up making the situation worse.  Gees!

For those that  have a destructive sense of self-entitlement, SHAME ON YOU!  For those that have this healthy sense of self-entitlement, I envy you.  For those like me, let’s just keep trying, huh?

Still A-Thinkin’

You know, as the day goes on, I continue to think on this grandiose subject.  There are those that spend their lives trying to find that one thing that will make them known.  That will make them infamous.  That will make their mark on the world.  That will give them the satisfaction of thinking they’ve made some change in the world.  When given the size of our global population, the numbers that actually achieve this, it is a statistically slim chance we will do so on such a grandiose scale.  I am convinced that the truly grandiose gestures are the everyday acts of compassion, kindness, common sense, perseverance and diligence.  It is far grander to live your life well than to waste it trying to be something that just might not happen. 

No.  I’m not a pessimist. I’m a realist.  I believe there are grandiose qualities in all of us.  I don’t see the need to be recognized on a grand scale for it.

That’s just me, though.

Grandiose

I’ve been thinking. Thinking a lot. Thinking about my life, my accomplishments and the lack thereof. You know? I must say, I’m okay with where my life is. Sure, I’d change the geography of it, but that’s about it.

I’ve been thinking back to all of the people I’ve met and known. Going to 11 schools in 7 years affords one the opportunity to know a lot of people. I have known and do know people who are accomplished authors, musicians, architects, attorneys, photographers, artists, interior designers, worked on a space shuttle, gone to The Julliard School of Music … gees! The list goes on. There was a time when I looked at myself, my life and my accomplishments and pined for the plans I had made, what could’ve have been and what never was. Today, though, I am rather content. I’m happy with the knowledge that the most grandiose thing I have done in my life is to bring to life two wonderful human beings. I have lived a wonderful life. It’s been riddled with tragedy, abandonment and sadness. However, there’s been an abundance of happiness. Through it all, I have come thus far knowing I am a good, charitable, loving, intelligent, resourceful, self-reliant person. I am only 45 years-old, soon to be 46, and I’d like to think I have many years left. If not, I’m really okay knowing that the grandiosity of my life is that I’ve been a good person. It really is all good.

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