I Heard a cat In These Rooms say “…My Ego is not my Amigo…” Right away my antennae went up. Here comes some In These Rooms character defect bullshit.
“…An empowering step in transformation is when we stop placing expectations on other people, places and things and instead place them on our inner characters…”
The Professor
“…In college, I went from being a C and D Student in my freshman year to receiving no less than an A- after the first semester of my sophomore year and I finished Magna Cum Laude. I went on to receive my Master’s Degree. My Ego drove me to academic achievements and intellectual heights beyond my wildest dreams. This comes from the kid who is the son of academics but who barely graduated high school and had no greater ambition following high school than graduating and moving to California from Kalamazoo, MI to live on the beach. My Ego has definitely been my Amigo. My Ego got me up off the mat of life and pushed me to make something of myself. It’s given me the tenacity and intestinal fortitude to keep pushing and moving forward despite the obstacles in my way…”
The Professor
“…Our Ego as our Amigo doesn’t look anything like sainthood. “…As they say, beauty is only skin deep but ugly is to the damn bone…”
Yalie
“…Hell no. My Ego hasn’t been my Amigo. My Ego got me in a destructive relationship with a senior priest in seminary who molested me. My Ego, with its twisted damn feelings of unworthiness, kept me all knotted up in that shit when it should have and fucking could have done better for me. My Ego had me confuse material happiness with being some damn body. I accepted shit from that pervert I never thought I was capable of. But that was then and this is now. Now, I can see that fool for who he is and know authentically who I am. I focus on the humor in the shit I’ve been thru. I’m damn sure he ain’t getting real wherever the fuck he is. I bet he can’t say that shit. Today, I’m working to be at peace with my Ego. Yea, today I’m working at my Ego as my Amigo cause when it comes to the comedy game, even on a bad day, this is the struggle that will keep me rocking it…”
Yalie
Beverly, a beautiful 27-year-old Asian female who is admittedly alcoholic, hears voices, and is clinically depressed and suicidal, says of her Ego: “…it’s a fear that drives me to drink for I feel I will be proven not good enough…”
“…My Ego was bruised from an early age. Raised in the predominantly white neighborhoods on the so-called better side of town, the kids called me nigger so much I thought it was my middle name. I ran with other privileged white and black youth who did the same shit; drugs, theft, sex. I grew up feeling insecure, with a debilitating sense of unworthiness despite the privileged neighborhood where I grew up. You name it and I did it, seemingly escaping the consequences of my actions. But my Ego didn’t escape any of this shit. It was tortured, it raged, it was confused, and it has always been confrontational. I went to my 40-year high school class reunion with my life partner a few years back. This guy named Dan came up to us and was telling my life partner what I was like back then. Dan said to Kathleen ‘…Man he was always in trouble; he was always fighting…’ My Ego felt used, abused and confused. But my Amigo has been kicking ass and taking names from way back. Hell yeah. My Ego is my damn Amigo…”
X
“…God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference…”
Serenity Prayer
Serenity is finding that thru all this shit and the darkness, yes, my Ego is my Amigo.
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“…The Struggle that Continues is the joy in the journey not the destination…”
X
