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but it's easy for you, she says with a crooked smile as if she's thought about it and has decided she doesn't really believe it, because your ego is the size of a grain of sand!

yes well your ego is the size of a grain of sand too but you spend your days desperately trying to inflate it which leads to an entirely different perspective on your relation to the world and almost everything in it, most especially of course, other people. if they inflate your ego by telling you how wonderful and interesting you are, you like them but if they don't pay you much attention because they're busy with their own shit or reading a book, you think they hate you and they think you're a person who is not worth talking to and that eventually everyone will come to that conclusion because you're insubstantial and your ego, which you think of as your self, is only as big as a grain of sand.

and if a bird flying overhead poops on you when you are out riding your borrowed bicycle, you curse it and interpret it as evidence that you are misunderstood and under appreciated by the world and everyone in it, and that every single one of the ten to the power of five hundred universes and the eleven dimensions is against you.

even that damned bird is out to get me!