Just another Narcissistic 20-something

Okay, so in reality I'm exactly 20 (and a half! I never grew out of the 'counting halves stage').  And I'd hardly say that I'm a narcissist.

However, blogging seems narcissistic to me.  It's like "oh hey, I feel that my words are important enough that I should publish them and everyone should stumble upon them and read them on the internet."

Although by that logic, writing books is narcissistic as well. 

And I love books.

So it should be clarified that I'm writing a blog to ease my Facebook Withdrawal.  

Yes, I quit facebook. 

Temporarily that is.  

Like the good little Catholic that I am, I gave something up for Lent.  That being Facebook, (aka the college student scapegoat)  

I'm sure you, my darling anonymous reader, are wondering why I would choose to sacrifice such an important part of social life, instead of giving up chocolate, or promising to exercise like all the other Catholics.

Well, mostly it's because people think I can't do it. Mix that with equal parts 'needing chocolate to survive' and 'already have a close relationship with the treadmill downstairs' and you get one, Facebook Lenten sacrifice. 

So here I am now, typing away, watching Jersey Shore, trying to find some solace in bloggage.  

I have to say it's not working well.  But maybe I'll keep it up.

In previous tries to blog, I've written completely random drivel.  I believe that this time I'll try to stick to a theme.  Which means that I need to start talking about narcissism and 20-somethings.

Really though, what is it with my generation and arrogance?  And vanity? I mean, sure my generation is pretty bad with that, but the younger generations, the kids who are 15 now? They're terrible!  Browse yahoo answers, 'health and beauty' section.  See how many adolescents and prepubescents are on there posting pictures of themselves, asking people to 'rate' them, and tell them if they're attractive!  Honestly, it's sad, Pathetic sad, and just sad sad.  that they need that gratification, that the insecurity that comes with being a teenager has to come to such a point that they need strangers on the internet (probably pedophiles) to tell them that they look good.  

God, my 15 year old self was insecure, but I didn't WANT to know what other people thought.  I was of the "f^$# you, I don't care what you think of me." mind.  I didn't care what the celebrities looked like, I didn't want to dress like them, or do my hair like them.  And I knew a lot of people who were the same way! What's with the younger generation that they have to follow the media to tell them what to do? That they're so unhappy with themselves?

Naarrrcciiisssiisssmmm.  

Mmmm.  Yes.  Not that a compliment or two isn't nice.  But I don't think I'm some sort of Goddess. (Not all around at least, although I'm definitely a French Breakfast Muffin Making Goddess.  And a Procrastinating Goddess, and a Rationalizing Goddess, and a Bubble Bath Goddess, as well. Now THERE'S some narcissism for you kiddies!)  

I mean I'm rad, but you know, not the MOST rad I guess.

so I guess the moral of this terribly thought out first blog is "Love yourself, just not more than everything else." Kind of.

First blog? Score.