I still recall when I first learned I was a pompous ass—an overheard remark passed from a young lady I’d been trying to impress to her friend.
“Just…wow! He’s so full of himself!”
Had I not stopped unexpectedly to tie a shoelace, out of view, I’d never have learned my efforts to ingratiate myself were unappreciated.
Even worse, mocked!
My first instinct was to reject the unwelcome revelation, and I never did win over that winsome lass. But that failure forced me to re-examine my manner, I suppose, and I’ve been happily married for fifty-some years to a lovely lady who, blessedly, didn’t share that opinion.
Nevertheless, I do concede that I am indeed full of myself sometimes—but only because I’ve been so wildly successful in life. And I do occasionally imagine what that young lady would think of me now.
Just…wow!
© J. Bradley Burt 2023
We need to be humbled from time to time, right?
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Forget her! You have embraced your magnificence as a person, so if that is “full of himself” let’s be overfilled. Your words though, strike a familiar chord or is that stripe, in most. Well Done Wow, moment!!
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