This weekend, I ran into some friends in a coffee shop. We talked for two hours. The subject of the internet came up. And narcissism. And hedonism.
And since I am often twisted with guilt, I immediately took it upon myself to consider how narcissistic I am. (Though, I quickly accepted my level of hedonism as acceptable.)
And I figured, on a scale of 1-10, 10 being the highest, I am probably a pretty solid 7.2
And then I thought, what the hell does narcissism really mean? Is it all about getting involved with your own reflection in some sort of drugged out way?
Does it also encompass the imaginings of oneself as something more than what one is?
I mean, is it not healthy to regard one’s expressions, posted into the world as something of value?
And, since we have all these websites to upload our musings and human expressions, well, why wouldn't we do such a thing? Aren't we just like those little Who's on the dust speck that Horton carries around on the clover flower, screaming, "WE ARE HERE, WE ARE HERE, WE ARE HERE!" ?
Seems to me, we are so lonely. And reaching across, in any way, is better than drinking oneself to death.
So, I banged on the piano. MOVE in C.
Play it here:
MOVE in C