There once was a very special boy and when he was born everyone knew he was special. His parents, his entire family always laughed and cooed when they played with him and told him he was a very special boy.
As he went on through school everyone still knew he was special. He did his assignments on time, was always polite and everyone liked him because, somehow, they knew he was a very special boy.
When he went off to college his parents saw him off at the train station and they cried ... because he was such a very special boy. Honors seemed to fall in his lap through no real doing of his own: Dean's List, Distinguished this, ideal that and when he graduated and spoke at commencement everyone agreed, he was a very special boy.
As he made his way in the world one day he had a job interview and the interviewer asked him, "What makes you so qualified for this position?" He thought a bit, then he said, "well, really, I think when all is said and done, it's probably that I'm just a very special boy."
Then, when he left, the interviewer trashed his application because she couldn't effin' stand the thought of having an egotistical bastard like that around every day.
And the moral of that story is, we're all special so get the eff over yourself, &ssh*le. If I still believed half the coochy coochy coo crap my parents told me when I was a kid I'd probably be unemployable, too. ; )
Guess I won't be gettin' a link from Dr. Phil anytime soon.
I don't care what you say, I'm special.
Posted by: Pile On® | Tuesday, February 15, 2005 at 08:37 AM
Oh, we ALL know you're "special," Pile On. Heh!
Posted by: Dan | Tuesday, February 15, 2005 at 09:53 AM