Wouldn't it be better if it was all about you?

Think of the comfort. Your delights would be shared, your outrages would be met, and even more, people would have to think your opinions were valid and worth acknowledging.

Blogging feeds this mentality. The shortforms amplify it further. People exist only in reaction to you, your likes and dislikes. And in being soundless icons on a screen, you can treat them any way that you like. The distance between people grows ever wider.

I want the world to be all about me. It's hard to get rid of that feeling. It isn't about me, or about them. The world is, and will be after I'm gone.

And before I act or react in the hopes that it's all about me, I have to remind myself that the world is.