Ego

Every person in the world has an ego. Really, it's scientific fact. Every person wants to be praised for something. They love it, they yearn for it. They feed off it. Yeah, all that crap about needing food and water to survive, total bullcrap. People need compliments.

Now, I am fully ready to admit, my ego is... well to put it simply--if a little steriotypically--my ego is bigger than the average male's. I love to be told that I'm doing something amazing, it's one of the most incredible highs ever. Problem, they rarely come.

See, right now, I'm writing a blog. Why? Because I'm bored. Do I honestly expect anybody to read this? No, they never do. On this one website, for example, I posted two different stories that I had written on their forum. The one story got maybe... nine hits, and one review. I don't know, maybe I suck at titling things, or maybe people see my posts and are about to click on it when suddenly they get the urge to go make a pizza instead.

So here I am, rambling in a blog that nobody is ever going to read while everyone else out there is having a late night snack. And yeah, it blows. There is only ONE thing that I'm good at in this world, only I have no proof of that since nobody is willing to read what I have.

This has turned into a totally annoying whiny rant, and normally I'd apologize, but since nobody's going to read this anyways, it doesn't really matter. So, I say adieu, to, well... air.