I think on some level that this is obvious. I would begin at once to condemn the idea that was so uniform when I was a kid, that we were all unique and special. Frankly, in all my years of schooling, I’ve probably met two genuinely brilliant people. But back then, “self-esteem” was the sort of buzzword that was considered so important to the fostering of a functioning adulthood ethos. Of course, the damage that attitude has done is obvious even today, but I think that most people still esteem themselves worthy of greatness, just waiting for that special moment when their real life will finally begin. Of course, do they consider that their current middling, miserable lives could be their real lives, that these are the things that they must either accept or correct to be happy or are they entirely oblivious? I will genuinely err that people do wonder, people do know, deep down at least in the moments before sleep robs us of our awareness; I have that much faith at least. Perhaps a year ago I presented this picture with a short caption on Twitter. Now, I’m not important enough to find offensive, but the response Read More …