Pride

Pride is a funny thing. In my experience, It just seems to get in the way of human interaction more than anything else. People are too proud of who they are, what they think they are, what they think they should be to deign themselves to talk to someone "beneath them". It works in the other direction too, when people are too proud of who they are to talk to someone because they think the other person is "above them".

Pride screws with your head. It tells you that you are supposed to be something better than you are.

Guess what? You aren't.

No one is.

We are all pitiful, pathetic, beautiful, amazing, incredibly frustrating, stupid, brilliant human beings. Nothing more.

But you have that whisper in the back of your head. No, no. You are special, you are different from everyone else. You are smarter, faster, stronger, better than other people.

Guess what? You aren't.

No one is.

You are still living down here with everyone else.

Pride sticks in between you and other people. Your friends, your family, strangers, acquaintances. It's subtle and it makes people lie and obfuscate the truth and dance around things, even with people they know, people they are close to, and especially people they want to be close to.

It's that arch in your back, it's that little voice in the back of your head, it's that little turn up of your nose, that little hesitation when you want to say something, put yourself out on a limb and say what you really want to say or do...and then you don't. That's pride.

We're all the same. Why don't we act like it?

Pride.