Greetings, all. It is I.
Mister Looney Toons McStraightjacketface.
Just wanted to share my reflections on my own giant ego. Sure is a doozy, by gum. I'm bothered by it.
In all my searches thru the labyrinth of Wisdom, my mind will always drift off in this direction or that vector or whatever. I often stumble across the same concepts, often from many different directions, often many times over. It's become apparent to me that egos, by n large, are not Good things. Most philosophies wud rather focus on Humility, bcuz it's a practical tool for promoting Wisdom. But beware.
Take it from me, it's a vicious cycle. Humility is what drives me to peer deep within the bright mist of my soul n savagely attack any ugliness I c. This results in a feeling of euphoria as my essence is purged. My eyes light up n a smile stretches across my face so wide I fear I'll b half-decapited. I feel like bellowing laughter n clapping my hands n annoying everyone around me. This leads me to feel shame; cuz how can I honestly identify with my self-perception as a pious warrior of Wisdom if I'm strutting around sniffing my own flatulence, declaring myself superior? This leads to more Humility, more purging, more giddiness.
Vicious cycle. Folks around me r vaguely uncomfortable, I suspect. I need help. Wud u b so kind?
If u shud ever c me walking down the street, laughing at trees n scratching myself, perhaps yelling unintelligible things at lil ole ladies passing by, ask urself: "How wud I feel if I were being eternally tortured by my own sense of self-satisfaction?" Have some Pity n spit on a loon. Or chunk a banana peel if that's ur thing. Don't forget the creative name-calling. I wud sincerely appreciate any assistance u may avail regarding this unpleasantness.
Not that I'm sudgesting u shud b an enabler or anything.
With increasing respect for Humility (but not so much for outright humiliation cuz I mean like cmon now yknow let's not get this thing too twisted here),
