I received a forwarded e-mail today, and the 'goal' of the e-mail was to complete a list of 5,000 people who want to stand up, be counted, and tell the world they think drunk driving is wrong. Okay. Fine. I get that. Sure, drunk driving is like, super-wrong, everyone knows that; most of us have done it, most of us got away with it, probably all of us feel bad. Now, the point here is not that I was given an opportunity to loudly state this opinion; I was threatened into it. The e-mail tells me this: if I do not add my name to the list, (a remarkably simple thing to do), then 'my selfishness knows no bounds.' My selfishness knows no bounds. So now I know. If I don't do what forwarded e-mails tell me to do, this is an accurate gauge of how selfish I am.
And here I thought it was all about whether I stole money from my mom's purse or broke the TV antenna because I was sick of Andy Rooney.
Nope. Turns out selfishness, and its ceiling, has everything to do with whether or not you bow to the threats of forwarded e-mails.
Now that I know this, that there are no known boundaries which could possibly contain my selfishness, I feel entirely free to help myself to a twenty, get Andy Rooney out of my life, and perhaps even send out a few threatening e-mails.
The Most Boundlessly Selfish Person in all the World