Being second has nothing to do with inferiority complex. It is more about knowing your position in life; how you see yourself...
Even my parents gave me a second grade treatment, so that's the only one I had known. Naturally, I was always comfortable at that level till the time I was mercilessly pulled down and thrown off the list completely. It is then that I started feeling neglected, my position threatened...me taken for granted...
Ofcourse, this realization does not make me happy. Am also sad because something died in me, innocence perhaps...yes, the tendency to be nice by default is long dead in me; now I think of the probable repercussions first. This is the essential drawback of growing 'mature'.
(another piece from the novel, I would surely publish one day!)
No comments:
Post a Comment