Narcissus , and selfies

from ancient times, self-bsession was seen as wrong. Narcissus constantly looking down at the reflection, was forever preserved to us with both a flower and a sad psychosis.

the distance one crosses, from childhood fascination with the self, and the self-devouring selfies is not too far.

but what can be done?

can you tell a child to stop looking at the mirror? what do you do if she asks why?

the wise thought they could solve this by a story. a cautionary tale: look to much at that reflection, and you may end up as a garden ornament. yellow even, if you really piss the gods off.

but then, here’s the rub: if she doesn’t listen, what then?

look at the former, hopefully soon-to-be-convicted-daffodil-in-chief . did he hear the voice of reason? did he hear of daffodils growing up?

couldn’t he see that the road he would lead many would be to become garden flowers as well? possibly leaning more towards black and white striped?

maybe he heard the story, but felt no guidance. perhaps that is the issue with narcassists; they want for love or guidance in their childhood, and make up for it in such a way..