I Wanna Be Adored

My mother used to call me her ray of sunshine. As I got older, I asked her if she called me this because I brightened up her life. She told me, “No, it is because you are brighter than anyone else.”  I cannot disagree with her. Years later, Becky (an ex girlfriend) told me that I thought I was the sun. I remembered what my mother had said but I had learned that Becky did like to compliment me so I stopped myself from saying my mother’s words and asked Becky if she described me as such because I lit up her life. She shook her head and replied,

“It is because everything has to revolve around you.”

I took issue with her comment. It is not the case that everything has to revolve around me, it just does. I think that is because of my innate magnetism. People enjoy being around me. I enjoy people being around me. I revel in their adoration. It is only right and proper that they recognise my brilliance and in so doing want to be near me, with me and praising me. I mean, who does not like to be praised? We all do don’t we? Nothing wrong in that. I think that because I get so much of it I find it addictive and I want more. I want people to admire and adore me. I know they should, but that doesn’t always mean they will. Of course, if they don’t I won’t waste my energy on them, there are much more deserving targets for my largesse. I heard someone say that you only get out what you put in. I agree ; I put people at the centre of my sights and they adore me in return. Perhaps if more people did this the world would be full of adoration and be a better place.


3 thoughts on “I Wanna Be Adored”

    1. This references a point I made earlier to another question. I do feel love and I want to be loved. For some reason, academics and practitioners label my love as not amounting to love. I don’t accept this. What I choose to believe as love is clearly love to me. It might be framed differently for someone else and that is their prerogative. I find it arrogant of those suggesting my love is not love. How would they know? I may as well tell them that their love is not love. If we are to split hairs, I regard adulation of me and my achievements as part of being loved. It is important to me. it goes to my very core and that surely must be love?

      1. I believe that “the dance” is driven by infatuation. The old Greeks would have probably labelled it as a toxic mix of eros, ludus, philautia and mania.


        So, I agree that there is no such thing as a single, universal notion of ‘love’. It’s about the art of balancing and integrating all of those different types of love and still respecting other people’s boundaries. That’s probably a conundrum for most of us…

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