I was thinking last week about narcissism.
inordinate fascination with oneself; excessive self-love; vanity.Synonyms: self-centeredness, smugness, egocentrism.
Psychoanalysis . erotic gratification derived from admiration ofone’s own physical or mental attributes, being a normal conditionat the infantile level of personality development.
I was being frustrated by someone who is not narcissistic but who is self-centered. At least I think that’s probably the correct word. I do’t really think I know anyone who is narcissistic, but I know lots of people who are self-centered. It’s so frustrating when someone assumes that everything good or bad has to do with them. Someone cuts you off on the highway and they of course did it on purpose because they wanted to cut YOU off. Not because they just weren’t paying attention when they changed lanes. People laughing in a restaurant? They must be laughing at YOU. Get a cold just like everyone else did, YOURS is worse. YOU feel things more. Need to lose weight? It’s harder for YOU. Get cancer? It’s much harder for YOU to cope.
It’s not true you know. This is something that frustrates me to no end. Your pain is not deeper. Your sickness not harder to cope with, your losses more painful. You and the guy in Russia, and the woman in Ethiopia, and the little kid in Malaysia all have the same brain structure and feel the same. 200 years ago people had the same brains and when they got the flu they felt exactly the same way you feel.
We all do it to a certain extent her on Xanga. You go to someones blog which is a long post about something personal and your comment refers to you and how you had a similar experience, or if you didn’t you talk about something that made you feel similar. You manage to make it about you. I watch myself do that and it’s so hard not too. I think that sometimes we do it because it’s our way of connecting. We’re trying to find that bond. Maybe you have fie times as much money as me, or maybe you have one fifth. Maybe you are a strong religious bent or maybe you’re a gay man in Kentucky. When I read your blogs or you read mine we try to find our commonalities.
Last week when I was first thinking about this I had a point. 🙂
My husband just turned on Dr. Who. The first episode of the ninth doctor. Rose. This is the only season I watched, or maybe I watched the next one too. I don’t remember.
We also just watched the last episode of The Vicar of Dibley. I’ve seen the whole series before and even though I think it’s wonderful, I think it’s best the first time you watch it.
I’ve only seen one episode of the most recent Survivor. Just missed it. I bet I’m not missing much. Sometimes you need to take a break.
I can’t believe there is a time change in a week. I detest the switch to Daylight Savings Time. Just leave it alone!