You spin yarns. You tell little white lies, and huge, shapeless whoppers. You engage in the trade of falsehoods, and it always catches back up with you. You know that you paid more for it, or went home without satisfaction, or make less, or never actually did half of what you say, and yet you lie.
Constantly.
Where does this need come from? To be accepted, even envied, even hated, for your supposed achievements and accomplishments? You want to know what is sad? They do not care. None of them do. You’re always afraid other people are going to get one over on you, take you for a ride, sneak past you, and rise above you, and that fear makes you try to empower yourself in their eyes.
It will never happen. You need to understand that the gross majority of people out there do not even notice you. You have yet to do something worth noticing. It is time to let go of the illusion of who you wish you were and deal with the establishment of who you are becoming. When you do finally achieve great success, you should be quietly truthful about it, and let others sing the praise of what you did on some fateful day.
You, of course, will be busy working on your next feat.
