The Narcissist is Back

What is your greatest obsession?

Is it too narcissistic that mine is me? But can you blame me just because you don't see anything worth exploring here.

I am riveted. 

Everyone around me is obsessed with what can do for the world, but I am too much in my head. Maybe the obsession of exploring who I am is my way of serving the world.

Oh, what a bragging narcissist?

We are back to that word, aren't we? All these years of running away from it, and now we are sitting at my kitchen table, sipping tea!

Well, fuck it. If diving into the deep waters of my mind is called that, then yes, I am.

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