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About dborys

Author of STREET STORIES suspense novels

Egocentric Thinking

I am editing a business book for a client which has some interesting things to say about how our brain works and that we can actually influence our subconscious when we make a conscious effort often enough.

One section talks about different ways of thinking and how it evolves, or in some cases, doesn’t evolve, from childhood on.  Babies and small children, as we all know, see themselves as the center of the world.  They absorb the way people around them think and act and therefore believe everyone must think the same way they do.  It becomes hard wired that the way they see things has to be the way things really are.

Eventually as adulthood develops, the sphere of influence broadens.  The hope is that the person remains flexible enough to take in the opinions and beliefs of that widening group of influences and adjusts their thinking when appropriate.  But too often, this penchant for adaptability withers with age and the person remains locked in place, inflexible and unable to accept anything other than what he or she believes is true.

It struck me at this point in the narrative, that there are an awful lot of politicians who seem stuck in this egocentric, me-me-me, mode of thinking.  In fact, I believe the same could be said of anyone on the far right or the far left of the political spectrum.  I hope the next time I am faced with a situation that makes me want to say, “You’re wrong,” I will have the flexibility to evaluate the other opinion objectively instead of rejecting it out of hand.

Which is why I am sure I will never be elected to office.

Drama Queen

Drama Queen is an essay I wrote while I was a volunteer with the Night Ministry.  It was one of the first times I found my heart so touched by one of the youth I worked with, that I felt like I cared as much for him as I do my own family.

The essay was accepted by Ascent Aspirations magazines and is now available to read on their website.  The full essay can be read by clicking on the link below.  I hope you enjoy it.  It still makes me tear up when I read it.

Drama Queen, that’s what they call him. Don’t encourage him. When he tells you his girlfriend died in his arms, don’t sympathize. When he tells you he was the right hand man of the Kings’ LA gang leader, or that he murdered thirteen people, don’t look shocked. He’s bi-polar, he’s twenty-one, he’s homeless and delusional. Change the subject, turn a deaf ear, keep him grounded.

Don’t see him as the ragged, head-shorn punk with black trench coat and dark glasses, or with white puckered lines of scars where he used to cut himself. See him the way he was that day you first met him, at the gate of Six Flags Great America, being asked to turn in the dog chain that hung from his belt loop. See him as part of the group of homeless youth being taken for an outing by a shelter from Chicago’s north side. He was skinny, really, even if he did strut around like he was hot stuff and brag about how he used to deal drugs and slept with about a hundred girls. He blew the little bit of money they gave him trying to win cheap, pathetic prizes and didn’t even seem to realize how lousy he played. He didn’t have a chance. He was a loser.

I remember the thought that went through my mind when he talked about how many stuffed animals he won for this girl he knew back on the east coast. I just smiled, sure I saw right through him. Just another bullshitter trying to convince us his life doesn’t suck.

via Drama Queen by Debra R. Borys.