I accept my ego as a gift as well; comprehension of it and its relationship to other parts-of-self, the world and to those things that may go far beyond comprehension… well, that’s a lifetime endeavor. And then.. there’s ‘other people’. *sigh* Hence, I seek people whom I am like a funhouse-mirror to… a distorted version of themselves… makes relating easier.
I don’t want people to be like me and I don’t want to be like other people, yet I also want all to be like me, yet I realize the horrific scenario that would evoke, so I am satisfied with imperfect projection of self while acting as a warped mirror as much as possible in conversation. [finding what’s in common, even if parts seem exaggerated now and again]. It’s sort of a simultaneous “spot the differences” “spot what’s in common” effort I guess