the living planet from marvel comics. what a lame idea. A giant planet floating through space. C’mon son. you can do better then that. What kind of bad guy is that.
Sometimes I think that I am too arrogant and care too much. My ego and self confidence are two different things. I’d love to make them seperate to be able to be a better person. I like this site. I’m going to write a poem about the ego. I am trying to. It’s about a mask. Why do people want to make us miserable? Is anyone really happy? He makes me happy. I hope we’re always this way.
Why are we so obsessed with our egos? It’s a selfish world and I can’t believe that I follow the trend. What has happened to me, to my life, to my friends? Why is ego so important? The disappointment is great.
“You lied to me!” Lenora cried. “I thought we were just going for an afternoon sail!” The boat jostled to and fro’ as she violently crawled its length. “Now we’re lost, and you brought no food or water. How could you have possibly thought you could cross the Pacific in a dinghy?” Despite all appearances to the contrary, Rutherford claimed, “I know exactly what I’m doing!” “Really?” she replied. “Oh I get it. You were just betting that your ego would inflate large enough to sail us across in no time at all.”
Big, Safety, something to hide behind, destroys you, Brings you forward in life, small word but big meaning, confidence in yourself, knowing what you want to do next.
Man has the biggest ego among all the species. many evil things that man does is because of this one evil that he has inside. Being proud for achievements is alright but having a king-size ego makes one arrogant and evil.
egotistical pricks… the thing that started my boyfriend and I talking about ourselves rather than religion when we first met. Him being overly egotistical, and I myself having none at all. We eventually balanced each other out… good times. I reckon.E
The ego gets in the way, a lot. It is hard to learn when one is not humble enough to be able to accept the information. The self ultimatly wants to protect itself, but long term this is inhibitive.
Like the stiff jurist, he tells me who I am wand what I am NOT. Ego waits to find shortcomings and bang the silly gavel down. When I sing, however, He proudly proclaims….we’re all FREE!
Conceited people bug me. It’s hard to love someone who’s only in love with himself. It’s not bad to have self-esteem, but don’t get cocky about it. You put your socks on just like me… on foot at a time.
I want to control my ego, and wish I could control the ego of others. Ego out of control is caustic to relationships and business. Ego under control is beautiful.
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect. He whispers that he loves her but she’s probably only looking for sex. Die young and save yourself.
love of oneself, big head, big beauty, undefinable selfishness, lost friends, stallion, proud, muscles pulsating on proud musceles, elvis presley, wanted attention, natural way of being, natural part of oneself
This little sad boy is nothing but a hot air balloon. Sadly she loves him more than she should, Egon is the name but I think should be Ego. That word represents him more than any other I can use. She is also a little pathetic, I’m not gonna lie, because she is incapable of see who he really is. She doesn’t want to see.
big. small. inflated. geo! geography. healthy. unhealthy. bacon.tea. banana! ketchup! vodka. i dont think ive done this right! i want to go back to bed because i am tired. and hungover.
A paradox too confusing for a Saturday morning, after yet another insomniac night, I mean, who’d have thunk it, an ego being such a hoity thing, yet also one’s higher self…
A paradox to confusing for a Saturday morning after yet another insomniac night , I mean who’dve thunk it, an ego being a hoity thing, and yet on the other hand, one’s higher self…
my ego is a very kind person. its not known to everybody but its here. so i feel it all the time and it feels and fills me. being present and not hideing me for myself.
some people have very large ego’s. they believe they are better than others, superior in many different ways. the ego is an individuals personal belief of themselves. the larger the ego, the more confident of yourself you are. freud claimed the ego is part of our conscious mind, we have full control over it and it decides who we are.
the ego can be conquered. It is not something permanent, but a mindset. while you cannot control it, you can shape it. Choose wisely in your decision making, as it affects all other aspects of your life. do not be consumed.
That girl had a very big ego. She couldn’t look into his eyes and tell him “I’m sorry, I love you” She couldn’t swallow her pride and tell him how much she misses him. Insted of that, she watched him walk away…
I dont think mine is that big, although i act like mine is huge. People with massively huge ones are annoying. I never think about how big mine is, this is the first time i’ve ever had to talk about it this much. I’ll probably never think about it again.
He stood at the front of the room, surrounded by a gaggle of upturned female faces, each desperately trying to secure a moment of his attention. Each pressing, ever so subtly, on her neighbour, willing each body that lay between herself and Marc would vanish in a puff of smoke. Marc lapped up the attention, feeding his ego like the great white cat that lay in Blofeld’s arms in the James Bond movies.
Ego is the thing that Sigmund Freud has “discovered”. It balances the superego (“desires”) and the id (“parent”). What I believe the ego is… is basically the thing that makes up a person. Too much ego.. conceited. Too less of ego.. low self-confidence. It balances and makes a person sane. What about you?
Ego is I….I…..used much too much …. I I I… and I can write a million adjectives and attach a million verbs in a pile of tenses…. and then sometimes I wonder …. who am I? And then there’s those scary times when the I that I’ve been assuming was something to do with me and all my experience and feeling suddenly detaches and appears something frightening and invasive that prances and laughs in my face and leaves me peering hopefully about for what else might be there, for something more real
Ah! His ego, once again got in the way of everything else. He spoke, harshly, then turned around to walk away leaving everyone around him stunned and wordless. Things will never be the same again, noone will ever see him in the same light, a shame but he deserved it. He dug his own grave…
She looked at him, lying there limp and flaccid on the other side of the room. Half a vase was on the side of his head, the other half was shattered to a million or so pieces. Spidery streams of red hung down his face.
Some people have big ones, some have small. Charlie Jones had an ego the size of Mount Rushmore.
Each morning he walked into work with his chest puffed up like a penguin and a swagger in his step that swayed like a number 8 billiard ball.
He sat at his desk and ordered his assistant to bring him a Venti cappuccino. And then he went to work.
the living planet from marvel comics. what a lame idea. A giant planet floating through space. C’mon son. you can do better then that. What kind of bad guy is that.
Sometimes I think that I am too arrogant and care too much. My ego and self confidence are two different things. I’d love to make them seperate to be able to be a better person. I like this site. I’m going to write a poem about the ego. I am trying to. It’s about a mask. Why do people want to make us miserable? Is anyone really happy? He makes me happy. I hope we’re always this way.
Why are we so obsessed with our egos? It’s a selfish world and I can’t believe that I follow the trend. What has happened to me, to my life, to my friends? Why is ego so important? The disappointment is great.
“You lied to me!” Lenora cried. “I thought we were just going for an afternoon sail!” The boat jostled to and fro’ as she violently crawled its length. “Now we’re lost, and you brought no food or water. How could you have possibly thought you could cross the Pacific in a dinghy?” Despite all appearances to the contrary, Rutherford claimed, “I know exactly what I’m doing!” “Really?” she replied. “Oh I get it. You were just betting that your ego would inflate large enough to sail us across in no time at all.”
person i want egocentric me me me flatter boisterous ass-kisser full of
Ego, Eggo, ergo. I have an ego and I wish I had an Eggo, therefore I must take responsibility for the fact that I am hungry. Where is my toaster?
Big, Safety, something to hide behind, destroys you, Brings you forward in life, small word but big meaning, confidence in yourself, knowing what you want to do next.
Man has the biggest ego among all the species. many evil things that man does is because of this one evil that he has inside. Being proud for achievements is alright but having a king-size ego makes one arrogant and evil.
egotistical pricks… the thing that started my boyfriend and I talking about ourselves rather than religion when we first met. Him being overly egotistical, and I myself having none at all. We eventually balanced each other out… good times. I reckon.E
The ego gets in the way, a lot. It is hard to learn when one is not humble enough to be able to accept the information. The self ultimatly wants to protect itself, but long term this is inhibitive.
Like the stiff jurist, he tells me who I am wand what I am NOT. Ego waits to find shortcomings and bang the silly gavel down. When I sing, however, He proudly proclaims….we’re all FREE!
Conceited people bug me. It’s hard to love someone who’s only in love with himself. It’s not bad to have self-esteem, but don’t get cocky about it. You put your socks on just like me… on foot at a time.
So there.
is the most unmeaning-full thing, and again the most obsessive thing we posses. As the writer is writing this he is totally in it also.
bruised, fragile, causes pain, a dirty word, big ego, dramatic, self, what is it?
I want to control my ego, and wish I could control the ego of others. Ego out of control is caustic to relationships and business. Ego under control is beautiful.
Me and he are cruising licous better watch out my clan get’s vicious, bad ass bitch I’m rated ex I’m gifted and gold me so sex.
Ego – mine, yours – are they so important? Without ego I might have been a greater success or a less disappointed failure. Ego IS a dirty word.
i hate egoist but in the end we all are some, because we are all living or ourselves. i hate this fact but i can’t change it anyway.
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect. He whispers that he loves her but she’s probably only looking for sex. Die young and save yourself.
love of oneself, big head, big beauty, undefinable selfishness, lost friends, stallion, proud, muscles pulsating on proud musceles, elvis presley, wanted attention, natural way of being, natural part of oneself
This little sad boy is nothing but a hot air balloon. Sadly she loves him more than she should, Egon is the name but I think should be Ego. That word represents him more than any other I can use. She is also a little pathetic, I’m not gonna lie, because she is incapable of see who he really is. She doesn’t want to see.
big. small. inflated. geo! geography. healthy. unhealthy. bacon.tea. banana! ketchup! vodka. i dont think ive done this right! i want to go back to bed because i am tired. and hungover.
I always put it first.. but many times it’s a mistake to do it..
sometimes a friend, sometimes a foe…
but it will make you feel like a real human…
A paradox too confusing for a Saturday morning, after yet another insomniac night, I mean, who’d have thunk it, an ego being such a hoity thing, yet also one’s higher self…
A paradox to confusing for a Saturday morning after yet another insomniac night , I mean who’dve thunk it, an ego being a hoity thing, and yet on the other hand, one’s higher self…
In the depths of the minds core lies the ego.
Lies.
He watched for her vital signs which is why he came back again and again.
I mean, if you like feeling empty.
are really shitty and get in the way of everything. donald trump has a large one. so do hipsters.
my ego is a very kind person. its not known to everybody but its here. so i feel it all the time and it feels and fills me. being present and not hideing me for myself.
some people have very large ego’s. they believe they are better than others, superior in many different ways. the ego is an individuals personal belief of themselves. the larger the ego, the more confident of yourself you are. freud claimed the ego is part of our conscious mind, we have full control over it and it decides who we are.
the ego can be conquered. It is not something permanent, but a mindset. while you cannot control it, you can shape it. Choose wisely in your decision making, as it affects all other aspects of your life. do not be consumed.
That girl had a very big ego. She couldn’t look into his eyes and tell him “I’m sorry, I love you” She couldn’t swallow her pride and tell him how much she misses him. Insted of that, she watched him walk away…
ego is. and isn’t. it matters, as our many parts do~
it is a tool for self-expression, home to language
balanced with the spirit…
I dont think mine is that big, although i act like mine is huge. People with massively huge ones are annoying. I never think about how big mine is, this is the first time i’ve ever had to talk about it this much. I’ll probably never think about it again.
He stood at the front of the room, surrounded by a gaggle of upturned female faces, each desperately trying to secure a moment of his attention. Each pressing, ever so subtly, on her neighbour, willing each body that lay between herself and Marc would vanish in a puff of smoke. Marc lapped up the attention, feeding his ego like the great white cat that lay in Blofeld’s arms in the James Bond movies.
Ego is the thing that Sigmund Freud has “discovered”. It balances the superego (“desires”) and the id (“parent”). What I believe the ego is… is basically the thing that makes up a person. Too much ego.. conceited. Too less of ego.. low self-confidence. It balances and makes a person sane. What about you?
Ego is I….I…..used much too much …. I I I… and I can write a million adjectives and attach a million verbs in a pile of tenses…. and then sometimes I wonder …. who am I? And then there’s those scary times when the I that I’ve been assuming was something to do with me and all my experience and feeling suddenly detaches and appears something frightening and invasive that prances and laughs in my face and leaves me peering hopefully about for what else might be there, for something more real
Too much of myself dealing with the rest of the world. Powertrip. Monster Magnet. Go go go!!!
Ah! His ego, once again got in the way of everything else. He spoke, harshly, then turned around to walk away leaving everyone around him stunned and wordless. Things will never be the same again, noone will ever see him in the same light, a shame but he deserved it. He dug his own grave…
She looked at him, lying there limp and flaccid on the other side of the room. Half a vase was on the side of his head, the other half was shattered to a million or so pieces. Spidery streams of red hung down his face.