It’s me, I’m Egg.
I have long wondered what my role in the world is. As an only child, I have always felt the weight of expectations on me, the expectation that I would undeniably be successful and at the top of my world at all stages of life. I attribute this to my parents’ having no one to compare my development to. Equally, I have also always been the baby of the house. So, I have always been Egg.
Egg grew up in a handful of countries and has been around the world several times. I’d like to imagine I have seen the best and the worst of the world, and yet I always find something that shocks me to the bone. However, the thing that shocks me the most every time is the sheer incompetence of people. I was always bullied as a child, and hence I have been acutely self-aware of my flaws, which have now become deep-rooted insecurities. So when I come across someone who claims to be professional in a field (cough, cough* public relations), and yet manages to be so flamboyantly tone-deaf in their communications, my brain feels like its being squished in a trash compactor.
Oh how I wish I lived in that universe of complete oblivion. How must it feel to be at the top of the world everyday, by no merit of your own, and instead poke and prod Egg until she fries herself scrambled. Add a little extra salt, some pepper. Season to taste. What a life.
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