Delusion
Delusion of grandeur, is so simple to explain by examples.
"I'm an FBI agent," said a jobless man with a rusty politics party campaign T-shirt, from two periods of election ago. "I work for the Intel too."
Or "I am sent from the outer universe to save this world... Where's the cheerleader?"
What a nonsense (--not the delusion thing. It's the "save the cheerleader, save the world" concept. Nevermind explaining. Not so important anyway).
Thinking too much about oneself that he's special, very important, and plays a crucial role for the existence of the rest of the world. It's a false belief and can't be shaken. Even if we bring out all the proofs that the belief is wrong. They'll think you're jealous. (Or maybe we are. The psychotics have their own world, build houses on the clouds and have their mind peace. So nice compared to reality-awared minds. Full of complications, this life is, eh?)
What's worse is the "delusion-of-grandeur like" disorder (I made the term up). The sufferers are "normal" people, not psychotic, meaning they are fully aware of reality. They have a mild symptom of delusion of grandeur. Thinking that they're the best and the nicest and everybody depends on them. So they can act cool (according to them) that makes them apparently like jerks (according to everyone who needs to meet them for a purpose). Example: Mr.Udin, a worker in InternalMedicine administration office who handles ins and outs and "grade transfer" where all our grades are written by him in our grade books. Without his permit we won't get our grade formally. He acts like he's a professor emeritus or something. Greatness.
Other examples include the newly graduate doctors who are studying to get their specialist degree. 'Oh yeah let's act like a supervisor,' thought some of them. 'Let's bring this med students down!' As if they forgot the time they're med students too: last year, baby! Imagine the zillion seconds it had passed, I can understand how they fail to recall being the lowest part of hierarchy. Oh wait I can't. Even if it's million lights year away (I know light-year it's not the measurement of time), one shall not forget the hard times one had. Especially when other people are experiencing the same. The word is sympathy. Not bully.
Dear I'm getting a bit emotional...
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