Personal Narrative-Ignorance Or Self-Sacrifice?

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The thought that humanity is the most selfish species out of all organisms with a heartbeat is so terrifying that we have progressed to ignore our natural instinct of only thinking for ourselves. This could have been something great. This harrowing feeling manifesting inside all of us prevents any trace of greed. This ignorance, however, over time has made a full circle. Now it is so praised upon in our society today that the slightest hint of self-assurance is immediately shut down and abhorred by our community. We are then met with a dilemma often battled in our subconscious and dictate how we act. If we only praise other people’s actions but detest our own, we’ll be seen as humble by society but in turn we’ll be incapable of self-love. However, …show more content…

With what others consider an obnoxious personality with an equally obnoxious face, I was forced to take up an undesirable job that was desperate for employees in the summer. Not that I can really blame other employers. Their warped view on self-indulgence caused them to have an understandable disgust with me, and my reputation of pessimistic introversion and haughty attitude even furthers the notion that hiring me to serve their customers coffee or shelf books would end up being a mistake. However, with a combination of my desperation to make money and child care being at the bottom of the appealing summer jobs, I am one of the only two people in this town to wear the stiff green polo and ugly khakis of babysitting. Believe me, I would rather be at home eating ice cream and not receive an unnecessary amount of attention for my facial deformity, but unfortunately that would leave me penniless and college would shut their doors on me for …show more content…

I still could not find a definite conclusion as to why she didn’t enjoy spending her time with Charlotte, even as weeks started to pass she was still only seeking my attention. “Why don’t you play with the other kids?” I asked one day. “...I don’t like playing with them.” She paused and took a breath before continuing. “I like being alone. Like you.” The girl finished and smiled. “...Like me.” However many hours I spent thinking about this new phenomenon, it had only recently dawned upon me that the reason why I hadn’t felt the general uncomfort of interacting with humans was because I got a pleasing sense of being wanted, even if it was from a small girl like her. It was enough of a nice feeling that I wake up feeling prepared rather than usual apathy. I quickly destroy these feelings of happiness by reminding myself that this new relationship is less of a friendship but symbiosis, where she gets to feed her natural cravings of attention and I get selfishly joyful feeling of being wanted. “Ma’am, are you friends with the other girl?” She asked me one day. “No.” “Why not?” “I don’t have

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