The Ego disclaimer.

My will is only surpassed by my addiction to incompliance.

I might also be the most impatiently patient person alive. All the clay in Texas won't remedy that, but at least it keeps the blood pressure normal.

I was chatting with a friend today, and I mentioned how much I adore people who know how to respond to my temper tantrums expressions of angst. I can go from 0 to 70 in a heartbeat. I call that passion. Others call it mania. Potayto, potahto. Whatever you call it, while it evolves with age I'm pretty sure it's not going to go away.

My Ego tells me that everything I say, think, do, choose and express is right. Dead on, balls accurate. Anyone who disagrees with that is simply out to destroy me.

My spirit tells me I might want to chill the hell out and stop trying to orchestrate every little thing that happens in and around me. But somehow...when I'm presented with a situation, my Ego is the first one to leap up and scream:

THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!!!!

Slowly but surely, I'm learning to harness that rip roaring ego of mine. I tenderly assure it that the world is not out to rob me of my little piece of happiness and that all good things happen in their own time. And then I whip it senseless and stuff it into a box while it's dazed and confused. No one ever accused me of playing fair.

Until I manage to peacefully remain in this state of zen-like tranquility and spiritual enlightenment...

Don't hold my expressions of angst against me. And for God's sake...don't tell me what I'm doing is wrong. Because unlike Mecca, I sometimes bite.

I assume that my beliefs are correct and that all roads will end 'zactly where I want. But my impatient patience and ego are going to stand up occasionally and roar, "Are we effin THERE YET?"

I will endure tough times, but not without my share of bitching. 

The wise person won't encourage the winds.