I seem to burst out in sarcastic laughter when I hear people talk about how they are big fish in small ponds. Or small fish in a big pond. "Ooo don't let the shark get me!" The truth is that they don't think they are small fish at all. They are still big fish, in their own mind, and it is just that they aren't getting the recognition they so fervently feel they deserve, in the ocean. Really, they stay in the small pond, or what they think is small, so that they can feel the grandness that so embodies their ego. They like the small pond. They can then feed on those perceived small fish for a snack. Spitting out the bones, swimming with their mouth agape, letting what may wonder by get sucked in to their false given sense of security.
Naivete is the guppy's downfall.
Circle of life? Perhaps... Maybe we are all just waiting for our turn to be dipped in tartar sauce.
I got another present at work today. From the intern. You'd think it was my birthday or something.
It was a bottle of Sauvingnon-Merlot or Cabernet-Merlot. I don't exactly remember.
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