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Myself and I

It was recently stated by a close friend that I'm only concerned with myself; I would have taken that comment a lot better had it come in the form of positive criticism and had it not been inaccurate but I will continue. This got me thinking, what does that me, only concerned with myself? Egotistic, narcisitic, self-involved, they all mean the same thing, but these can't be used as simple blanket terms because we really can never know where someone's concerns are placed. The only person who can truly know that is the respective party and so, I write.

As a 21 year old, Premature Metro Goddess it is my privelage, hell, my right to be self absorbed. As pointed out by another close friend

Other Close Friend: At this stage in our lives, we have to be concerned for ourselves because this is the first real time that no one else is concerned for us. They care, but we have to make our futures now.

Although I know that my concerns are most definately not centered on myself alone, I will still defend that point of view as if they were. There are people in this world who are concerned with everyone else; who place the problems of others before their own, who listen and are never heard, and who fall into the pattern of doing so until they're stuck in this box with all of their concerns which have built up as time has progressed. I was that person, hell, remnants of her still remain inside of me, but I will not give up myself for the world around me, I won't be self-ignorant and self-destructive to make others happy.

Could my chatty Me Me Me dialogue be misconstrued for care about only myself? Possibly, but when accompanied by actual concern, thoughtful consideration, and appreciation of the people around me and the issues they face I think that evaluation is off the mark. And further more, let me for a moment entertain the fact that I'm a little narcistic, self involved, egocentric, and oblivious to the problems of others surrounding me, dammit I say its about time.

In reference to a poem and converstaion with above mention Other Close Friend;

I come from a place where all I could do was think about the lives of people around me, even when it wasn't my place, when I shouldn't have had to carry the wait of those lives, and to that I say I deserve a little narcisism.

I come from a place where I was the secret holder, and in many ways I still am, and for that I am allowed to be a little self-involved.

I come from a place where I know the boundaries, and the responses to many of those confided tales, and for that I deserve a little egocentrism.

I come from a placeI was the shoulder to cry on, the advice giver, the cook, the caretaker, the secret holder, the girl who grew up before her time.

I come from a place where all I wanted was someone to be concerned with me beyond the shallow and the superficial, where I wanted to be taken care of, and so now I've learned to do that for myself when the need arises. I've learned to be concerned with myself, but the mistake lies in assuming this is my only concern because despite what ANYONE (friend, family, or foe) may assume I alone know where my concerns lie. There can be no assumption, no implications, only the reality that lies in the source, that lies in the truth of myself.

I know who I am, I know where I come from, and I have a good grasp of where I want to go, and that is all that matters, that is all that should matter.

**fIreFly**

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