I am completely and utterly in love with myself
I am completely and utterly in love with
myself. I do not know when I fell in love, but I am pretty sure it wasn’t the
day I discovered that I had a smoking hot body that I could feed anything and
it would never think to betray me by piling on the kilos, neither was it the
time I discovered that my I’m was higher in the languages which put me in a
better position to air out my opinion than a lot of other douches. Yes douches,
I discovered a long time ago that the average human wasn’t worth listening to
because generally they spoke about nothing of worth. Whilst I on the other hand
figured I had the encyclopaedic brain of Pluto, Napoleon and that Greek
Medicine Guy, remind me again to Google him.
See what I did there?
No? Never mind.
I am still to pinpoint the exact moment
that I fell wholly and utterly in love with myself. Not in the masturbatory way
that Chelsea
did do with her 8 year old self, or do I like the god of self love (Johnny
Bravo) spend hours preening myself.
No, it comes to me like a whisper when I
sit in front of a reflective surface and catch a glimpse of my heart shaped
lips, or a mental pause when I find myself surrounded by people who are totally
and utterly clueless.
When I was in high school I was teased
incessantly about my prepubescent breasts which would never make up their mind
about growing or staying, any bra I wore was destined to look like an empty
satchel so I stopped.
I still remember that guy who called me
“Flat kwaba.” A term I later turned on anyone with no ass at all or no hips for
that matter. I never made fun of anyone with small boobies.
It would have been akin to laughing at
myself.
Once I heard my dad tell me “you are
selfish and only think of yourself.” I was only half listening so did not quite
get where he was going with his tirades, he had these, a lot and I learnt to
tune him out.
A couple of days later he repeated the
exact same thing, this time I had
been listening, I did not have a choice. He had come back from work early and
found me trying to slink unnoticed out of his bathroom. Which from the way our
house is planned was impossible to do.
“Where are you coming from?”
“I was in the bathroom and I...”
“What have I told you about using my
bathroom? Heh?”
“No, no, no you are very selfish,” he
continued.
I did not know where he was going with
this, no one had ever for any reason called me selfish, but the hand on his
belt buckle made me nearly faint with fear.
Following three other incidences where
daddy publicly proclaimed that I was selfish and never thought of others, I
began to explore this a little bit more. And in so doing, I discovered quite a
few things about myself.
I do not like
sharing.
Not in the, this-is-mine type of thing. But
the crazier, I-will-rip-your-head-off sense. Do not ever touch my stuff... it
is mine. If I had wanted you to have it, I would have asked someone to buy it
for you.
What? Is that yours? Can I have it? No?
Well that’s just mean.
I am never wrong!
I cannot say this enough! Even if Google
and Wikipedia say otherwise, I am NEVER EVER wrong, so stop arguing and nod
your head wisely.
I have a total
disregard of little people.
Not children mind. Little people are those
who never bothered to stop by a college, or God forbid A ‘Level, I do not
listen to them, talk to them, neither do I see them. I am ashamed for them,
although one can excuse monetary problems, or later success, which is hard to
achieve. So go ahead, prove me wrong.
I refuse to talk
about anyone’s problems but my own.
Before I partake in any discussion, I ask
myself “will it benefit me?” if the answer is no, or slow in coming then please
do not at all bother. For this I refer you to the BFF who has enough love for
the world to sit still long enough to listen. I do not care.
I would go on but I still want you to come
back to my blog and marvel at my awesomeness, so I will reserve the rest of my
narcissistic tirade for Twitter and Facebook (place pleased as punch emoticon
here)
Should have titled this "How to keep a fool busy for 3 minutes" Aristotle.
ReplyDeleteYou r such a greater writer Vulnavia. I love ur blogs and always look forward to reading them..Keep doing what u doing love..U definatetly good at what you do..
ReplyDelete@Anon 1 lol, I might change it and erase your comment, so that it looks like my own brilliant idea.
ReplyDelete@Anon 2 thank you so much, I am humbled. It's always good to know that something I love is appreciated <3
Got me laughing...how i love talking geek to confuse the less educated.its cruel but fun
ReplyDeleteLMAO, Wadzie you are totally my soul sister! Or making up terms that don't exist because the people you are talking to are none the wiser.
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