When I was reading John Cleese's autiobiography recently, the Monty Python star dropped a gem of a term I never heard before: pronoid. Known as the opposite of paranoid syndrome, pronoid folks believe everyone likes them thanks to a blind conviction that is almost comical if it wasn't so detrimental to their personalities.
We all are acquainted with one particular fool in the highest office in the world who boasts the most pronoid behaviour many have ever seen. But I'd caution that we've all come across people who bring a dislikable confidence to their behaviour, as if they couldn't ever conceive someone would find them abhorrent.
To be pronoid is to hold horse-blinders to your face and let the tunnel vision carry you through decades of blissful ignorance, viewing a friend's distancing as HIS issue, not a consequence of egotistical boastings. I can't handle these kinds of people, which is why I feel the heat of anger rise in my throat every time I cross paths with an oblivious pronoid who believes everyone's gaze is constantly admiring their every decision.
Maybe the ubiquity of social media has shone a spotlight on this behaviour most vividly, thanks to the quick hits of double-taps hat-tips that tell the pronoid, "You are appreciated, no matter what you do."
I don't have any grand solution on changing those afflicted by such a never-ending daydream. I just prefer to steer clear of such toxicity, even if it's infected a friend or acquaintance whose company I've previously enjoyed. And I recommend you do the same.
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