By Tony DeLorger © 2011
Pretentious people with small chubby fingers, saddlebag hips and lipless slit mouths honour themselves by wearing money like a badge. A graded placement in life somehow defines them as elite and worth more then humanity itself, is their belief. Deluded as they are, they reveal to us how ego can dismiss all acceptance of integrity.
Pretentious people have much to hide; deep-seated feelings of inadequacy and questionable worth plague their subconscious and motivate them to conceive a facade of superiority. How ironic they are, and obvious; I feel embarrassment for them in their detailed and predictable pretence.
Pretentious people find place through money or position, completely worthless attributes that in no way render class or importance. Their hollow souls in their search for self-worth disregard all value in people and life by existing in a superficial charade of ostentation. Their friendships are shallow and based on the same needs and drive, sharing their delusion and encouraging an endless war of competitiveness, jealousy and avarice.
Pretentious people are ugly on the inside, empty of thoughtful souls and eventually become ugly on the outside, giving them ever more reason to hide behind their perceived importance. I feel pity for them in their ignorance, wallowing in a state of rest, never learning or moving forward in life. Their only success comes from that which assists their self-deception: making money, success in business, befriending people of perceived importance or influence and acquiring objects of intrinsic and obvious value.
Pretentious people love within their capability as long as it doesn’t impinge on their life of delusion. Partners are accessories, children the quest of duplication, teaching them the art of pretention and judgement and to maintain their life of deluded superiority. Heritage and the history of money making are the foundations of a pretentious family.
Pretentious people are prone to flattery but unable to bring themselves to give it, as people rarely come up to their standards. Praise and wishes in conversation are always insincere as they cannot find anything in their hearts to share with anyone. Pretentious people are hollow like rotting logs, void of anything of substance and a shell in obvious degradation.
Pretentious people, because of their insincerity, rarely wander outside their class or their groups. They cannot be around normal people and having to eat, drink or shop around those beneath them is distasteful and abhorrent. They live in enclaves of pretentious houses with armed security and impenetrable walls to separate themselves from the lower classes. They become islands of separation, lost in their own world and unwilling to change anything.
Pretentious people are lost souls, self-deceived and sadly clinging to what they believe. Their ignorance prevents them from experiencing many joys of life, seeing little of the beauty that life and love can afford. Honesty is a lost concept that restricts their connections to people and inhibits their life experience. We all bare the responsibility for our choices and actions in life and the plight of the pretentious is of their hand. Still, I feel a great sadness for their viewpoint.