Apparently so.
A standing ovation is addicting.
I once spoke at an event where miraculously I received a standing ovation. Whether it was caused by my brilliant, impassioned speech or by the need for everyone to simultaneously stretch their legs, I may never know.
BUT I can say with absolute certainty that a standing ovation is like crack-cocaine for your ego.
When I returned home I made a simple request. When I am finished speaking, I only ask that my family rise to their feet and applaud. Is that asking too much?
Apparently so. My family has yet to rise off their bottoms and break into spontaneous applause. What's wrong with them??
The other day I made lasagna for my family. Not one round of applause. Not one.
I washed sheets later that week. Not a single clap. Ungracious ingrates.
Perfect strangers thought I was worthy of spontaneous applause. What's wrong with my family? Ohhhhhhh....wait....they know me.
Well, there you go. It must be a scientific fact that it is easier to support strangers who sound good for a few moments in time than a family member who fulfills everyone of your endless needs.
So with that, I am rising to my feet and giving myself a standing ovation. No, it's not the same, but it's better than nothing!
Plus, my ego needs a quick fix.
A standing ovation is addicting.
I once spoke at an event where miraculously I received a standing ovation. Whether it was caused by my brilliant, impassioned speech or by the need for everyone to simultaneously stretch their legs, I may never know.
BUT I can say with absolute certainty that a standing ovation is like crack-cocaine for your ego.
When I returned home I made a simple request. When I am finished speaking, I only ask that my family rise to their feet and applaud. Is that asking too much?
Apparently so. My family has yet to rise off their bottoms and break into spontaneous applause. What's wrong with them??
The other day I made lasagna for my family. Not one round of applause. Not one.
I washed sheets later that week. Not a single clap. Ungracious ingrates.
Perfect strangers thought I was worthy of spontaneous applause. What's wrong with my family? Ohhhhhhh....wait....they know me.
Well, there you go. It must be a scientific fact that it is easier to support strangers who sound good for a few moments in time than a family member who fulfills everyone of your endless needs.
So with that, I am rising to my feet and giving myself a standing ovation. No, it's not the same, but it's better than nothing!
Plus, my ego needs a quick fix.
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