Self Centered

Modern-day world seems obsessed with self establishment. Self identity. Dare I say sometimes even self-aggrandizement. We’re all dealing inside with the same questions about our worthiness (it’s a core ego fear. Never goes away) and so we bolster it up and slap a cast on it with tag lines like #youareenough #everyoneisinherentlyvaluable #worthy.

The truth is that the “self” and separate identity and your unique sense of individualism are an illusion. Deep down we all know this, but it’s that sense of separate self, our ego, that really, really doesn’t want to operate within that paradigm! Thus it’s campaign continues. Self-aggrandizement. “Respect Me, me... me(!) as an individual,” it insists.

Anyway, there’s an equally strong resistance going around to objectification. Common cries of, “He just treats me like an object! Hmmph! Whoa is me! I feel so devalued and unappreciated. I’ve been objectified 😱, oh no! Me too!” I’ve been objectified many times. Hell, I’ve even objectified myself FOR another. I’m not advocating rampant or regular abuse of one person’s tyrannical ego over another’s, but on occasion in a safe environment (like a bdsm setting perhaps) I have found it incredibly therapeutic for quelling the polluted sense of self that naturally builds up like a funk ass filter over my life lens. It’s cleansing for your ego, or false facade, to be told to shut up and sit in the corner for a while. It can be damn Liberating if you ask “me” 😉