I am my own paparazzi. My paltry 15 minutes of fame, created by, well, ME.
A few years ago, a 21 yo man decided to do an experiment. He hired "body guards" and photographers to follow him around Times Square, NYC. He attracted a crowd of 300 screaming, adoring fans. People said he was a movie star -- the most up and coming exciting star. People said he just dropped a new music album. He posed, for 3 hours, with hysterical people who just had to have their photo taken with him. The highlight of their life.
I have been guilty of tooting my own horn, and using social media to do it. In hindsight, I cringe. I am no stranger to the allure of seeing my greatness posted for all to see.
What do you do when confronted by a braggart? I suppose it depends on your relationship with them. With Trump, I can call him on it because he's so, well, obvious and despicable. But when the braggart is someone you love?
I've stopped seeing people (rarely, but yes) because I became bored and tired of their braggart ways. I know it comes from their insecurity, but I've not found a good way to let them know how I feel, so I let the friendship fade away. Was I doing them a favor? I don't know, but I managed to extricate my own self, and that's what is important, right?
So, onto the braggarts that I actually care about. I have my response at the ready: "You are a great friend, but your
insistence on constantly bringing up xxxxxxxxxx feels alienating
given that I'm someone who already adores you. I love you because
you're interesting and funny, but it's not interesting or funny to hear
someone brag about themselves."
And because I am obsessive about these things, I imagine their response will be that I am simply jealous. Sigh.
Have a braggart in your life? Oh, please do share.