I’ve been sitting in my head a few morning’s reading the forum and thinking about the delusions of grandeur that I’ve heard of and encountered and I was sort of saying to myself… I’m glad that bad wolf passed me by.
But I find I do have a delusion of grandeur in a way, even though it’s simple. (oxymorons all the way)
My delusion of grandeur is… “I can take it. I am the master of my head circus and I can take it.”
I was thinking about letting my little brother… fresh out of rehab move in with us because I’ve been almost 6 years sober… so I can take it. I can stay sober and stare that genie in that bottle down. I can be impervious to temptation.
But if I’m honest with myself… Guess it’s all a delusion. I don’t think I’m being defeatist when I say I’m not stronger then that Genie. (not all the way yet)
Just with all the other changes, stresses, surprises, I guess I just have to be careful about how much of the act the head circus wants in on. If I don’t keep control of the circus it will run amok…
Then I’ll have to scare off an elephant in my pajamas. (how he got in my pajamas I’ll never know) You had to see that one coming right?