Robots, d-bags, etc.

There were several moments today where my ego tried to convince me that you were wrong and I was right. You're an asshole and I'm perfect. I noticed the assessments and tried not to judge them. Afterall- its my ego's job to formulate these rationalizations to make me feel discrete (not discreet) and abstracted. I can't help that the leaky logic passes over my awake self like a narcissistic rain cloud. It passes, though. I can help that. I breathe in compassion, breathe out attachment. And then, the moment is transformed like a transformer. Yes, a crazy destructive robot (in disguise) becomes a suggestion that I could be paying attention to something else. The only important thing. Breathing. So, my ego thanks you for being such a d-bag. You reminded me to breathe.