A Sense Of Nonsense.

Someone asked me to voice my opinion of “entitlement”; that thing that so many possess that seems to, in some misguided way, give to them the sense that all things are set up just so solely for their benefit.

(I’m thinking my thinking on the subject is evident, so I could stop now. But, let’s delve a bit deeper. Let’s address this…)

I am certain most, if not all of us have encountered or have permanently entrenched in our lives those people that rise (or, is it sink) way past the level of being spoiled. Those that seem to inhabit an alternate reality that they have fashioned just for themselves.  Realities that include others only as a reflection of themselves, or only as they can be of use to them. Those folks for which the phrase, “A sense of entitlement” was coined.

I, whenever I have a few moments to waste, have wondered at exactly what went wrong in nature and nurture to have resulted in these micreants. How is it that some are so able to view this incredibly beautiful world solely through an “I” lens; steadfastly ignoring the rights of others to be here, participating in this human and spiritual process. What makes some so very self-involved that outward sight is only necessary as it relates to inward benefit?

I admit to being baffled.

There is a diagnosis and a very important-sounding name – Narcissist: “A person who has an excessive interest in or admiration of themselves”. Then there is the spin-off, that person that takes this supremely selfish behavior and ups the ante into a realm all its own – Psychopath: “A person suffering from chronic mental disorder with abnormal or violent social behavior”. Yes, these are very real, very sad, very problematic, very (potentially) dangerous diagnoses that, if left untreated and unsupervised can have long-lasting and deadly consequences. Nothing to be trivialized.

Then there are those that fall under the ‘self-centered’ category. Those who have waaaaayyyyyyy too much self-esteem and for some strange reason see themselves much differently than we see them. Those that believe they are not only the world, but the axis as well. And, for every clinically diagnosed person out there, sadly there are tens more of the ones that do not need to benefit from medication, but simply from either a mirror, a reality check or a good swift kick in the ass!!

Listen. Being one’s own cheerleader is a wonderful thing. Having one’s self-esteem bolstered and nurtured from a young age is the right of every child. But I truly believe that more parents need to distinguish for their children the difference between being the center of the universe and being the whole fucking thing! There absolutely is such a thing as loving too much. When that love has no boundaries, is too indulgent and permissive, we lay a bed of fertile manure for delusions to take root. We encourage behaviors that have no business being seen, much less tolerated outside of the four walls we pay for. Because it is when that sense of entitlement is visited on an unsuspecting, unwilling and rational human race that both parties encounter problems!

Believing, because of race, gender, religion, economic standing, physical beauty or a skewered opinion of just-what-you-can-do-with-your-genitals, that you are entitled to move through this world being an asshole, bully or a brat is one of the most unattractive qualities. One’s ability to throw the biggest tantrum does not make one the “baddest bitch” out there; it just means you get your way because no one wants to hear your irritating whining voice one second more!

More need to understand that true bad-ass is not getting your way, but making your way!

Here is what we are all “entitled” to: Karma.





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