Oh, I blame it all on Hallmark. Have said so for decades. How else have people profligately promulgated the notion that you’re special and the best and that you deserve all the good things, the fine and valuable things, the extravagant and delicious things, and the most love?
When this is the message of greeting cards, birthday after birthday and season after season, anniversaries, graduations, holidays, weddings, and Groundhog Days, how many internalize the implicit license to think of themselves as uniquely special, deserving, etc.? Even cards for grandparents, of which everyone has two, will say “You’re the BEST Grandma.”
With endless extravagant praise and assurance of entitlement, we are encouraged to become insufferably self-serving, narcissistic, greedy. Forgetting humility and modesty. Forgetting altruism. Forgetting empathy. We want others to give and ourselves to take. And if we carry this notion out into the world, we think we should always prosper, always have the best and the most, always win.
All to sell folded bits of card stock.
This does not make for peace and harmony. It makes for a world of little Donald Trumps, coveting each other’s money, land, power, and likes on social media.
People who blame themselves for everything also have vastly inflated egos. No one is that important.