loved, or that refuses to follow our
hearts and pursue an acting career
because we’re terrified to be seen for
who we really are or that goes on and on
and on and on about how great we are
and shows off our muscles because
we’re insecure and need lots of outside
validation that we’re good enough.
In other words, there’s more than one
way to go on an ego trip.
From here on out, I’m going to refer
to the Ego as the Big Snooze. Or BS for
short. I think it’ll be less confusing. Plus
I think it’s more appropriate, since the
leading cause of sucking (staying broke,
dating morons, uncontrollably crying in
public because we hate our lives) is that