When I was growing to be up I was, like pretty much every other kid, involved with what I wanted. I wanted this candy, or that toy, or another cool adventure. And now and then I was, dare I say, a little selfish and bratty, and when I wasn’t egocentric and bratty I was doubtless napping. To combat this childish selfishness, and that’s the reason really what selfishness is all about a lack a adulthood and knowing, my mother would use phrases like “You’re not the middle of the universe, you recognize.
” or “The world doesn’t revolve around you. “. Of course this wasn’t meant to intimidate me or make me feel bad as a man, which paradoxically it did just that, but it was intended to inform me that there are other folks. So, like most folk who’ve grown up under similar circumstances I went out into the area to stake my claim feeling deep down inside that I really did not have a right to any claim at all because I am not the center of the world. Feeling guilty for my successes.