"I'm having brain block, I tell my husband, as he works at his desk. "Maybe it's PMS. I hope this blog doesn't start to read like my cycle...Nothing's really getting my attention.....except some annoying Amazon Prime commercial..". "In it, there's this shy young boy - maybe four. His father drops him off for the first day of preschool...The father's face looks sad as he sees his son alone through a window. The unbearable sadness he has for his son lasts less than one second when he pulls out his cell phone, clicks an item on Amazon Prime....Problem solved!" "The next scene, the boy is at school wearing a superman costume with all the kids happily gathered around him. He's thrilled. THANK THE LORD....All is good in the world. The father feels good. He's the real superhero. Thank you Amazon Prime for helping that dad rescue his son with that costume in one day. God forbid that dad have to feel sad for a full second. Nothing like an iPhone and instant shopping to eliminate the human condition. The boy is now perfectly fine, because he has friends...you know, deep friendships based on an exterior facade, a material possession, a false outer self, a ****ing superman costume...Finally at the age of four, he's learned friends are those who'll admire and envy him for the ego his parents are reinforcing with every crappy decision they make....Forget that father lending the little guy some confidence, or just giving the situation some time, or helping him learn how to look within himself for a solution, maybe he could have looked another preschooler in the eye, said an awkward hello or even something silly. Who forgot to teach that dad that sad is okay...he can survive it. Now that little boy is facing a life sentence as a narcissist who can't find his soul - who is dependent on image, a big income and a closet full of superman costumes. And you know what?...You know all those other Amazon Primed kids flocking around him, admiring and envying his costume?... Those are the ones who are going to elect him president some day....Dammit!" "Maybe the dad was just trying to help him out," my husband says casually, as he continues to sort papers...."oh...and by the way,...you have a package from Amazon on the counter." Courtney A. Brown To send this note to a friend:
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