Narcissism, Thy Name is…Wait, What was I Talking about? My Reflection Distracted Me.

My friends and I are conceited.  This recently dawned on me when we were playing a game where the objective was to anonymously answer innocuous questions and then guess who said what.  One question: "what would you ask a psychic?" yielded responses ranging from "will I be this pretty forever?" to "will I still be this awesome 10 years from now?"  Not one of us was surprised by the lack of humility; instead we thought: that's a fair question.  And, well, probably.

On another evening, we were exploring the "what if" questions perplexing only the most bored at heart, when someone asked: what's the first thing you'd do if you had the opportunity to be the opposite sex for one day.  Granted, not the most original "what if" question, but the answer my friend B gave was: "I'd have sex with myself," she said.  She explained that not only was it highly important for her to know how she was in the sack, but it was equally important to know that she'd be as good in bed as a man as she simply knew she was as the fairer gender.  We didn't debate the rationale; rather, we pondered whether the genie-like rules would allow one to actually exist as their current sex and still be their same soul as the opposite sex simultaneously.

So congratulations big-headed divas everywhere!  Your unwillingness to see yourself as anything other than fabulous (and exercise your right to throw your cell phones at the help) is an inspiration to us all.  But then again, you knew that, didn't you gorgeous?