I was telling my therapist Monday night that I’ve always known, always had a rock solid belief in my own genius when it comes to writing and public speaking. In these two small narrow areas I feel confident that there’s nobody out of my league. This genius of mine justifies my doing almost anything in support of it because the greatest gift I can give to the world are these here blog posts. And what does it matter if they cause some rabbis get their knickers in a twist?
How did I develop this unshakable belief in my own genius? Ever since I was a little boy, my parents told me how my birth mother, when she still carried me in her tummy, developed this conviction that I would grow up to do great things for God.
My parents thought that by telling me this, it would encourage me, but after I became an adult, they concluded the story only encouraged my narcissism. I think that they’d now be happy if I only stopped doing great things for Satan.
