In yesterday’s post I said something about not being selfish but about being healthy and it made me wonder–what exactly is being selfish?
Where is the line drawn between making healthy choices for the self and being self-absorbed?
And what is so bad about being self-absorbed?
Seriously…why is it such a big deal to be selfish? I’ve been told my whole life that being selfish is one of the worst things ever but I am starting to doubt that.
I firmly believe that one has to know one’s self, and how does a person get to know their self without being introspective and, dare I say it, self-concerned?
When was I taught that it is never ok to think about myself?
If you have any insight let me know, please.
Emilie’s NEW life theory:
A person HAS to be selfish to be healthy.
I’m not saying that I don’t care for others, indeed I love it when I can help others. But I generally love helping others recognize themselves.
My tea bag tells me “Time as he grows old teaches things.”–Aeschylus
How annoying, right?
I wish that all of those teachings would come in one giant drop on my porch so I could sift through them, look things up, and then go on.
Even my tea bag is knowingly smirking at me, reveling in all of my 20-year-old angst. Well you know what Mr. Teabag? Pretty soon I am going to finish my mug of tea and then I am going to throw you away. You will probably sit in a trash bag in my room until I empty the trash. Then you will be joining hundreds of other bags of trash in a dumpster. The trash man will come and take you away where you will be a forgotten piece of trash floating around with hundreds of other insignificant pieces of trash. By that time no one will even be able to read your message any more. And all you will be is trash. How’s that for a life lesson?
I’m a bit lost lately, as you might be able to tell from my recent posts.
I’ve also been a bit destructive. For instance: I threw away some receipts yesterday and instead of just tossing them I spent an inordinate amount of time ripping them into tiny shreds, and then as I dropped them into the trash I sprinkled them slowly watching them fall bit by bit by bit.
Should I be worried about this?
I hope that you can stick through all of this crazy with me.
Having people actually read my blog really makes my day; I feel like my journey can have some meaning if other people are finding little kernels that might help them as well.
Plus, as the new selfish being that I am, I feel like I have good things to say from time to time and that everyone should read my blog for their own edification.
That is all.