This rant I’m about to embark on has been a long time coming. It’s been brewing, stewing and marinating in my brain. My tongue has wanted to lash out 1001 times but I’ve shown remarkable restraint. This shall be my “about a boy” discussion.
Have you seen the movie or television show called “About a Boy”? The general premise is that a slacker lives off of his past legacy as a songwriter. Well, in the movie Hugh Grant lives off of a jingle penned by his daddy. Even slightly more pathetic. The movie and television show were quirky, coming of age bits that made you sigh happily. Especially, back in Hugh Grant’s heyday as his own personal life had a few “quirky” moments as well. Now these are fine stories for a screen. However, in real life such behavior and personalities are completely off-putting.
I know about 10 people that are living off of their 20 year plus legacies. One that I know, thinks he is a fabulous spy in the making due to a few years in the military 28 years ago. Do the math and you’ll see my point. It’s like if I went around saying I have a great legal mind and totally understand impeachment processes because I was an intern at the Department of Justice 20 years. And no, I wasn’t that type of intern.
Then I know others who did a great undertaking that was visionary at time, twenty years ago, and then keep expecting accolades till this day. I think their business cards may even note that legacy. Forget about the fact that some are barely a blip where they are at now.
Consider this. I have an acquaintance who till this day, 20 years after meeting him, that still talks about his model girlfriend in high school. He wears his model-dating experience (that has yet to be replicated) as a badge of honor. I listen. I smile. I love the conversation on.
I don’t want to deny people their opportunities to feel good about themselves. I understand the need to ego boost. In small doses it can be healthy. What I don’t appreciate is the hubris, the arrogance and condescension with which these types of individuals act towards others. They often think they can – or should- be the puppet masters. Yet, they fail to realize that they serve as a puppet to their sad state of being.
I get angry. Then I feel pity further type of people. I’m not too sure those are the emotions they hope to pull from others. I don’t want to be the bubble burster. I haven’t been put on this earth to hurt people, no matter how insufferable they are. But I sure would like to do and say what Cher did to Nicholas Cage’s character in the movie Moonstruck.