Why is it ALWAYS about me?

I know, this seems kind of ironic to be writing about, since this is my blog and well, the only thing I talk about is myself.  Get used to it people, I am realizing more and more that the only thing I actually know HOW to talk about is me.

Bryan Regan talks about how there are "me monsters" in the world.  All they want to talk about is how they are better than other people or how their life is harder than other people.  They are one-uppers.

I feel like I have become a "me-monster" lately.  All I want to do is talk about why MY day was so great or why I deserve to wallow in self pity more than anyone else does.

I feel like I have lost a little of my capacity to be selfless.  Instead, I just want to focus on me and how crappy my life is or how sucky it is that things are not going my way.

And that is no fun at all.


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