Greetings from the Chi-Town Kid. I am that random friend kt has told everyone about that lives in Chicago. If you don't know the story, ask her. She would love to tell it again.
What a sad little party it would be if this little beauty didn't exist. Can you imagine?
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I post today on a phenomenon I like to call the Me Monster.
Preamble
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Have you ever wondered about those kids that talk all the time? I have always been curious as to how an individual could possibly talk for so long. Most of us, after a while, reach a point in a conversation where we're simply done talking. Not necessarily done talking with you, or your friend, or my sister for that matter, just done talking - either because it's your turn to talk or because there is simply nothing else to say. Even if I'm tempted to keep talking, then I might stop and ask myself, "Does any of this even matter?" or "Am I boring you? Well, let me stop then."
I have come to the conclusion that individuals who can ramble on forever and ever and not get tired of hearing themselves speak, and relate mostly boring stories, are Me Monsters.
I would like to point out that allthough these individuals seem to be quite self-centered, the size of the ego is the least disconcerting. The disturbing part of it all is that this creature is boring: the conversation has derailed.
Examples
Let's say you are at a party just chatting away with friends. You start telling a lovely story about how your uncle has a small plane and let you fly last weekend. Next thing you know, some individual (read: "Me Monster") has overheard your conversation, and must outdo you. It turns out this kid has been on a space ship to the moon (!?!). So, you think to yourself, that was awkward, but you shrug it off and just move on to the next story. By this time, however, he has moved in closer. This time you begin telling of the time you went to Anaheim Stadium and got Vlad's autograph. Again, before the period is placed on your last sentence, he comes in with his story about going out to dinner with the entire New York Yankee team. This is where you withdraw - and allow the Me Monster to dominate the conversation.
I'm sure you can see there could be an endless number of scenarios where the Me Monster could rear it's ugly head.
I would like to point out that allthough these individuals seem to be quite self-centered, the size of the ego is the least disconcerting. The disturbing part of it all is that this creature is boring: the conversation has derailed.
Examples
Let's say you are at a party just chatting away with friends. You start telling a lovely story about how your uncle has a small plane and let you fly last weekend. Next thing you know, some individual (read: "Me Monster") has overheard your conversation, and must outdo you. It turns out this kid has been on a space ship to the moon (!?!). So, you think to yourself, that was awkward, but you shrug it off and just move on to the next story. By this time, however, he has moved in closer. This time you begin telling of the time you went to Anaheim Stadium and got Vlad's autograph. Again, before the period is placed on your last sentence, he comes in with his story about going out to dinner with the entire New York Yankee team. This is where you withdraw - and allow the Me Monster to dominate the conversation.
I'm sure you can see there could be an endless number of scenarios where the Me Monster could rear it's ugly head.
What a sad little party it would be if this little beauty didn't exist. Can you imagine?
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