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It's all about me.

Not the song.  This song is obviously about the man who wrote it.  But there are certain truths which we can glean from its words.

I love myself better than you
I know it's wrong so what should I do?

Let's just straighten this out from the get go, there's nothing wrong with a little bit of narcissism.  It's healthy.  After all is said and done, who's going to be there for you in the end?  If a person doesn't hold themself in high esteem, why should anyone else?

There's a vast difference between being cocky and confident; both, though, involve elements of self-love.

A cocky person is one who is narcissistic and cares little for the welfare of others.  Their perspective is skewed to a degree which makes them socially less-acceptable.

The confident person is narcissistic, yet cares greatly for the welfare and feelings of others.  Love of self, yet compassion for others.  Often times, people make the mistake of calling someone cocky due to jealous motives.  There is a typical misunderstanding of the "cocky" person's confidence by persons who have less than stellar self-esteem.

I'm fine with being called either, cocky or confident, for I care little about how I am judged or perceived by persons who do not closely know me.  Nearly all who do know me well would call me confident.  It's true, I love myself, and after this point in the lyric is where Mr. Cobain and I diverge.  Narcissism may have been his downfall, but narcissism keeps me on the path which I need to follow.  It's not wrong.

I'm on a plain, mmmm
I can't complain, mmmm
I'm on a plain, mmmm

It's still my 25th birthday for just a shade over an hour.  For the duration of October 6th, it's all about me.

It's been a damn fine day, with promise left.

I don't even care that you weren't here to enjoy it with me.  But if you were lucky enough to spend time with me today, or any other day, con-grat-u-freakin-lations.

How much of this is how I really feel and how much of it is simply for shock or contemplative value?  I'll leave that to the reader to figure out.

Love,
Hoffie