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Have you ever known anyone who never went out and tried? Someone who was so rooted in her own sense of self-entitlement that she balked at the idea of working for something. You know, that person who dropped out of school and then never started anything, never started anywhere. Because she's too good for that. Holding out for management position.
Then maybe she fell on hard times when, well into adulthood, her parents made her move out. Maybe she shoplifted her clothes. She had to. It wasn't her fault. Shitty parents. They didn't want her to have nice things.
In reality, the parents thought this would be the push that made her start something, start somewhere. But they were wrong. All it did was cement the idea into her head that the world was against her.
Maybe her parents said she could come back, but she wouldn't. She had her pride. She'd rather sleep on the street. Her time would come. Until then, she had her iPhone. Her parents kept paying for that. They're not total assholes.
As the years fell away, this poor, hard-done-by girl endured much at the hands of the universe. How long would she have to wait? How long would it be until her ship came in? She was ready, after all. Ready to take what's rightfully hers, whatever it was. Unfairly, yet patiently, she waited in the harbour for that ship. She waited relentlessly to start.
Maybe she's still there.
Have you ever known anyone who was so completely rooted in her own sense of self-entitlement that it led her to her downfall?
You don't know anyone like that? Funny, neither do I.
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