There it is: You either have It or you don't, people say, and if you don't have It, you aren't going to suddenly get It. Even if you have all the money in the world, you can't buy It. You can't wear It, or take a vitamin to get It. People are born with It, you hear. It is timeless. Angels have kissed these individuals, according to the legends. It is as if the heavens above rained down their benevolence and bestowed It. They are seen by all as beautiful, striking, charismatic. The people who have It are just meant to be adored, no matter who they are. Where ever they are, where ever they go, people seem to fall all over themselves to bask in the sunshine of the person who has It. Everyone loves the person who has It. Clara Bow had It. George Clooney has It. Marilyn Monroe had It. Marilyn Manson, thankfully, does not(He has something, just not It.).
Just what the heck is It? Is It even real? I look in the mirror sometimes and I wonder. I know that I don't have It. There are a lot of people in the world who do not have anything close to It, and as far as I can tell, we are all still relatively functional. And who gets to decide who has It? People who have It, or people who have money or power? I've heard stories about secret cabals of powerful men who gather to decide the fate of the world. Do those guys decide who have It? If so, what are their qualifications for these decisions? Rich people aren't necessarily applauded for their brains, unless they pay someone to applaud.
No, It doesn't really exist. It was created as some sort of advertising propaganda to make us believe that we need whatever it is advertisers are selling. We don't have to have It to shine, to be who we are. The people who love me, by virtue of that love, believe in me. That means that, as far as they are concerned, I have It. Whether I buy a particular toothpaste or paint my toenails Electric Slide Blue(is that really a color? No? It should be!), the feelings that my loved ones have for me will not change.
I don't need It.
