In the modern age of psycho-babble and self-pitying victim syndromes I’ve realized that I too suffer from a grave mental problem. It’s called a Superiority Complex. I’m sure everyone is familiar with the good ole’ Inferiority Complex. Well, this is its arch-nemesis.
“Pride comes before a fall” and I’ve done my share of falling, yet I still have this not-so-vague notion that I am awesome. I’m sure that those of you who know me can understand why I have this problem. When you’re as blessed as I am with good looks, a sharp wit, a promising career, a beautiful family, and a nicely shaped head, how can you help but be proud?
The problem is that very few of those things are actually my doing. Sure, I’ve made some great decisions throughout my short life, but so much of it is in the hands of the Creator. In spite of that understanding, I quite honestly do feel superior to just about every person I know. My superiorty complex has gotten so bad that I gloat when I beat my son in thumb wrestling. So what do I do? Dr. Phil, I need some help.
I have a feeling that I’ll be eating some pie of the humble variety before too much longer. I’ve already had a taste of it at my new job, my fantasy football team is letting me down, and we’re playing basketball again this weekend.
You know, probably the best way to keep a superiority complex in check is to continually put yourself in uncomfortable situations. Try new things. Things you’ve never done before. You’ll most likely embarrass yourself repeatedly, but in the end you’ll just have another thing to add to your “I am awesome” list.