This is what happens when you have a great hair stylist you trust and you say, “Do whatever you think will be cute.”

What do y’all think?

(Waving “THANK YOU” at Kakoi salon. If you’re anywhere near Cache Valley, you should totally try them out. Le Awesome.)

When someone is (rationally) critical of me I usually do three things:

1. Consider the source.

2. Analyze if they have a point and if so, I consider if I want to do anything to change things and what steps will I take to do so?

3. Curl in the fetal position and throw chocolate at myself.

In a rather flurried email exchange with an individual regarding politics, the following statement was written to me.

“Like many bloggers I’ve encountered online, you’re rather narcissistic (in your opinions), don’t you think”.

Since this person wasn’t insane, calling me a string of lewd names or saying they also wanted to to weirdo fetish things to me involving carnies and mayonnaise, I decided to sit and really think about if what they were saying had merit.

And I came to a conclusion.

Yes.

I admit it, I am.

A narcissist, that is.

I try to be a good-natured narcissist, but all the same, I’m still a narcissist. No getting around it.

I probably should have clued into it when twirling around and lifting my skirt up to show off my ruffle-butt underwear to the congregation at church was my favorite weekly activity.

Or when I started a blog.

Or when I realized that I secretly desire people to sing a few stanzas of The Hallelujah Chorus when I enter a room.

Sigh.

I’d say it sucks to be me, but really, who are we kidding?

I’m freaking awesome.

:)

P.S. I should probably clarify that I do not currently twirl around and lift up my skirt to show off my ruffle-butt underwear to a church congregation.

P.P.S. Although if I DID, it would be the most amazing and unforgettable ruffle-butt-underwear-exposing-church-twirling EVER.

P.P.P.S. I am also totally kidding about the whole “singing when I enter a room” thing.

P.P.P.P.S. You all couldn’t sing it as well as me anyway. My ears are delicate instruments, people. I have to protect them.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Which was SO fortunate because it not only brought me closure and assurance but you know… it was a perfect excuse to talk some more about me.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. :)

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