December 25th, 2006
|04:01 am - hey people who talk to me a lot|
am i too self-involved? sometimes i get the feeling that my conversations consist largely of the following:
person: blah blah blah
me: this reminds me of something vaguely similar involving myself, which i will now describe at length
np: our lady peace - spiritual machines - are you sad?
|Date:||December 25th, 2006 01:51 pm (UTC)|| |
i do the same thing. this does not answer your question.
at least i know i'm not unusual in this
no. and most people do that.
|Date:||December 25th, 2006 02:38 pm (UTC)|| |
It's more that you're a total space cadet, rather than an egotist.
Hearts and flowers, me
i ALWAYS feel that i do this. i'm so self-involved.
i would like to point out that i have never been able to make out what your icon said until this very moment
WE WERE TALKING ABOUT ME HERE, KITTY
damn you, i have been outflanked!
THAT's the story of my life, but I doubt it's the story of yours...
See, I did it just now!
|Date:||December 25th, 2006 09:03 pm (UTC)|| |
LJ is the right place to be if you're self-involved. I think we all are.
One has to be to think that ANYONE BUT ONESELF AND MAYBE FIVE OTHER PEOPLE WITH LESS INTERESTING LIVES IF EVEN THAT MANY PEOPLE EXIST WITH LESS INTERESTING LIVES THAN ONE PERCEIVES ONE'S OWN LIFE TO BE cares what you did all day. I can exclude my friends who actually write something resembling content and not a less-than-daily newsletter of little to no consequence like mine is.
Seriously, I think weekly I ask myself the very same question you're asking, only to realize that asking the question of myself on a weekly basis is validation enough of my concern.
|Date:||December 25th, 2006 09:06 pm (UTC)|| |
edited to add:
That said, I really am interested to read the majority of my friends' entries about the mundane details of their lives, mostly because the majority of them are decent-to-good writers and I care about most of them, but I'll also be the first to admit that I'm probably more interested in what they have to say about the mundane details of my own life.