Dare I say this... You have truly become an unpleasant person. Others who spend time with you are miserable in your presence. You view yourself as several levels above the rest of us. Everyone. We are but lesser beings in your company. You make that very well known. You take joy in tearing others down. Viciously and repeatedly. As opposed to building another person up with love and compassion, you choose to remind them of their flaws and transgressions. Over and over and over until our thoughts are overrun and consumed by yours. You and you alone have the only answers to everything. We are but mere paper shells of beings with no thought processes of our own. You relish in telling others what we lack. And how we will never attain those achievements unless we behave as you do. You are in such dire need of positive reinforcement that you spend most of your time re-enacting conversations about yourself and your numerous accolades. (In the past week I have heard the same story from you on 3 separate occasions. It must be one of your new favorites.)
You continue to ensure others are aware we do NOT meet your standards and expectations. We do not have it all together as you do. We are not clean enough, smart enough, quick enough, slim enough. We are lazy, messy, uncaring, thoughtless, selfish and a host of other degrading descriptions. We are nothing but photo-fillers for your perfect image. I shudder to imagine what will happen if that image is ever shattered.
How black your heart must be. How empty. Void of love, laughter and life. Our differences are what makes us interesting. Our mistakes, our screw-ups our flaws. They are how we learn. How we grow. They make us individuals. They enhance our lives. Why can't you see that? Why can't you stop the façade and admit you are just as damaged as anyone else? How can you honestly think you are perfect? There was only ONE perfect being. You say that so often, but your behavior tells a different story. You cannot expect to be a role-model to anyone when you are so unsure of yourself. Your children will have no choice but to reciprocate your treatment of them and of others. You have such low self-worth that you shred others to keep them down. But you refuse to see this or admit it. How pitiful. How sad.
You say you are busy. So busy. Too busy to do anything but "go through the motions." You feel unaccomplished in all you do. I hate that for you. I honestly do. Perhaps you should review what is keeping you busy, for I feel therein lies the problem. You are focused on things that do not matter - things that promote your image as opposed to your character. Character is not built through awards and recognition. But through heart-felt works. Your image will not support you when everything else has gone.
You were different before. Way before. Far be it from me, though, to mention this. Your image was not a priority. Living life abundantly was. Its plain to see that has fallen by the wayside. I hope you find your way back. Before its too late. The rest of us will continue to live our lives in the moment. With heart and character. And love. We hope to see you there someday. LOVE=TIME.