The green eyed creature is back with me today, but its stay won't be long this time. I've well prepared for it. It and I have a relationship kinder than most. Others indulge and despise it. And I've certainly done a great share of both. But there's not so much fear and hatred on my part, at times there's even open welcome, sometimes, if it's lucky, scratches behind its ears.
I've always maintained that it can keep our self dignities afloat, more effectively than most other, bitterer pills. Inherent in keeping the emerald deity around is the condition that you must feel entitled to something, and hence, that you are worthy enough to deserve something of this world. This is perhaps the life raft that preserves us from plunging into self-pity. Maybe the overcompensation speaks more of an insecurity in this belief than anything else, but on the face of it, there is enough to tide us over before the real rescue can begin.
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