No, I won’t verbally lash out at the self-obsessed brigade. No, I’m not one either. Yet.
“Whom do you love the most?”, they ask. My answer, unwavering as ever, “Myself.” They laugh confusedly and claim that I’m kidding. It’s weird and beyond selfish to place myself over and above anybody else. They say, “Oh come now! Stop kidding!!! Is it your parents you love the most?” “No.” “Your husband?” Again an exasperated, “No.” “Then it has to be your son you love the most!!! Obviously, that’s who it is!!!” And I am tempted to scream out, but don’t, “NOOOO.”
I say again that’s it’s ME I love the most and they look at me like I’m crazy!
I was born with me. Even before my birth, my only companion was me!!! How and why do you expect me to love anyone else as completely and with as much abandon as I love myself? How do you think I will know to care for others if I can’t care for myself? Why do you force me to play second fiddle? It’s not selfless. It’s stupid. And I take deep pride in not being stupid.
Humans like me spread selfishness, you may think. For you, I am “too full of myself.” Humans like me will bring a change in the way people think and perceive things. Everytime I say this to someone, they will be forced to put a little more emphasis on “self”.
My husband is my husband because “I” married him. My son is here because “I” endured labour and gave him life. My family is my family because “I” am the daughter and sister. How am I unimportant??? All these relations exist because I exist.
I love myself over and above anyone else and proudly so. I wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world!
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