Have You Ever Known Anyone…

Have you ever known anyone who overestimated his importance? 

Who, when looking outside of himself (which is the only place he ever looks) sees the earth spinning around and around him?

Whose opinions are not to be tasted, but tasted, consumed, swallowed, digested, and excremented as facts?

Who sees himself in stories told?  As if the stories were written about him and him alone?  Even though the story is wrought with symbolism and self and the masses, as witnessed by people less impressed with their own role in the universe?

Who delights in his position atop that platinum horse as he stares at the tops of a selection of heads, but is blind to the billions and billions of feet above his own scalp?

Who commands every room, every party, every meeting with boistrous noise and pointing of fingers?  While the other attendees sit silently, waiting for his diatribe to end with his departure (because engaging will only prolong his presence) so they can resume their chatting, merrymaking, and planning?

Who has suffered the tangible agony of abandonment and neglect at some time in some place by someone of some importance to him?  Who is afraid that some time in some place that someone of some importance to him will see, will learn, will know and think him worthy of that tangible agony of abandonment and neglect?

Who is at once appreciated and reviled for the very essence of his being?  Appreciated for his vivacity and strength of character?  Reviled for his exhuberance and strong opinions?  Appreciated for his himness, reviled for his uniqueness?

Have you ever known anyone?