Ego? We Go

Ego is like the ghost buster ghost: big, puffed-up and composed of little else than gas. Mostly hot. To know someone with an ego, large and colourful, is at first, overwhelming. Wow, you think, if this ego considers itself as highly as it does, how fortunate I am to be accepted into its sphere. You belong. You are charmed. You are wafted in, impressed  and soar on its powerful attraction and vastness. But gradually your sense of smell takes over and the experience, begins to lose its hue and substance and the cloud of white glory, turns into reality, a very bad fog, one from which you want, fervently, to escape. But how do you get rid of the thing when you have been permeated by its stench? Airing? Yes! That's the answer. Give it a good shaking, open all the windows, bring in clean atmosphere and trust it will blow away. It won't be easy at first, but eventually you will have the "free, fresh wind in your hair" -as the song goes, and once again  breathe  freedom from The Ego's magnetic oppression.