I'd need the opposite, an ego-inflater. And then, when that got out of control, I'd need the ego-reducer. And soon enough I'd be going on inflation-reduction cycles like a juicing bodybuilder until my explicit self-esteem grew in to a narcissistic bulk, big but flabby in all the wrong places, within which my diseased and weakened implicit self-esteem might fail catastrophically at any moment.
There's a New Wave story in that, David. Though perhaps it would be best as a collaboration between Philip K. Dick and J. G. Ballard.
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