Nursery School taught me the Wisdom I needed to become a Man
(a satirical essay)
By Johnnie Rutledge
(required reading for any one serving in Washington, D.C., and all others)
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Nursery school taught me the wisdom I needed, to become a man.
I didn’t realize it then, but I do now.
At nursery school, amid a host of toddlers like myself, I came face to face with a startling new discovery.
It was a new awareness of self. It was the fact that I was not as, I had always believed my self to be. You see in nursery school, I fancied myself to be the true center, of the all encompassing universe.
Its’ tenets held that I was indeed, “the Light.”
With an iron clad grasp, I doggedly clung to this erroneous view. Kicking and screaming, I had always staunchly defended it.
It’s interesting how fallacious beliefs can become so indelibly etched, in concrete thinking.
The lens through which I viewed the world, depicted all others, as having been fully enveloped in a prism of my own incandescent embellishments. I esteemed them to be merely faint and meaningless perceptions. They were simply inconsequential refracted dispersions, stubbornly lingering in the path of my own innate brilliance. Somehow, they’d encroached upon my unalienable right, to self absorbed exuberance. I had inadvertently graced them. ‘Twas on my part, a rare but monumental faux pas. How dare they summon the unmitigated gall, to bathe themselves in my unfathomable aura. Indeed in my view, they were simply no –counts. I viewed their inherent weaknesses with disdain. I saw them as trifling, meaningless, confused others, at least when compared to the Zeus-like god I fancied myself to be.