EGOTISM
SMITH—"You seldom see such beautiful golf as that man plays. His drives were corking, his approaches superb and he never missed a putt."
JONES—"How much were you beaten by?"
SMITH—"Why, I won!"
"I" and "Myself" and "Me"
When on myself I sometimes turn
My gaze, with introspection stern,
Three persons there I seem to see,
"I" and "Myself," they are, and "Me."
"I" stands alone with confidence,
Pugnacious, quick to take offense,
Assertive, masterful and strong,
Forever right and never wrong,
As Lewis Carroll once avowed,
"I" is extremely "stiff and proud."
"Myself" is rather different,
A chap who is less confident,
Yet full conceited—selfish, too,
And steeped in ego, through and through.
Though others oft "Myself" decry,
He's very, very dear to "I."
Unlike the other two is "Me";
A timid little fellow, he;
Self-conscious, given oft to erring,
My scorn and pity both incurring.
Still, though he's shy as he can be,
While few like "I," a lot like "Me."
—Eliot Harlow Robinson.
Many a man thinks he is anxious to please others, when the truth is that he is only anxious that others be pleased with what he does.
I And Me
I wonder just what kind of guy
Am I?
I guess it's time I took
A look inside of me
To see—
But, gee,
I cuss
I'm envious of what the other fellow's got,
I loaf a lot,
And foolish pleasures often buy—
That is the kind of sham
I am.
When things go wrong
I growl along
And take it out
On some good scout
Who's not to blame,
Whatever came—
In fact
The luck I lacked
(Or luck I had,
If mine was bad)
Was mostly my
Own fault. Why.
I
Am not a very pleasant guy,
The poorest on the human shelf—
And, now that I
Size up myself,
Whatever other folks may see,
I do not make a hit with Me.
—Douglas Malloch.