There are two types of people; the sickening, histrionic, narcissistic leaches who blame everyone else for their problems and the everyday tragedies, the depressing, soap operatic, black holes we run into everyday who blame themselves for everything, that they are messed up beyond any way us "normal" people could possibly ever understand. It's safe to be overly self-conscious of our own shortcomings and their depreciating effects on all the efforts around us to accomplish something in a world where time and corrosion are inevitable. It's an easy blindfold to wear in a scary world, eating, digesting, and developing into the lies we've been fed our whole life that we are near perfect and Mommy and Daddy have given us all we need and every other corrupted being ruining the scenery of our wouldbe picture-perfect life are to blame for anything we've initiated that has become disfigured seemingly through the bumbling hands of the uninitiated to such perfection and to such precision. 

It wouldn't be prudent, however, or truly mature, for that matter, to paint a picture of a world so black and white. I have only aspired, through this humble weblog, to stress the point of two classic pictures of everyday life that may reflect a dominant aspect of how we behave and judge our own actions. Are you the tragedy or the leach? My guess is neither definitively, but upon a simple and extra amount of observation it may be found that one has become your downfall more then the other. True actuation of an individual's potential comes from a strenuous and carefully developed ability to balance both these perspectives of unwavering confidence and conscientious awareness of self. Few discover the true profundities of the inequalities of their personality and even fewer master this. I do not presume to even reason that I have ventured such a conquest into self-discovery, but I simply wanted to share this intriguing and passing thought of mine so that maybe someone else could gain more then I have from this insight.