I Me Mine
I’m currently reading the book Service Included – I’m not entirely sure why, as I’m not a foodie even a little bit. I’d heard it mentioned somewhere and read an excerpt that I found intriguing, so I got it. It’s interesting enough, and an easy read, so I ought to be done with it soon.
The author is relating her experiences working at a high-class restaurant in New York, and I haven’t been able to put my finger on what’s been bugging me about it until just recently. It’s the same thing that’s always bothered me about autobiographical works: “I,” “me,” and “mine.” “I accomplished so much” and “I did a great job” and yada yada yada. It’s irritating.
I suscribe to the school of thought where I’d rather someone else tell me I did a good job than say it myself. If I say it myself, I rob anyone else of the chance to say it, and if I didn’t really do a good job, it just looks stupid to tell people I did.
I have no deep thoughts to add here, just realized what was bugging me and wanted to share. I’ll leave you with some George Harrison:
All through the day
I me mine
I me mine
I me mine