| Going to the hospital, writing my articles, waking up, falling asleep, eating, whatever I am doing just absolutely fascinates me. It all adds to the exceedingly colorful drama of my twenty-year old existence. Don't you wish your life could be like mine?
Call me a silly selfish brat who hasn't had an idea that did not place herself at the center of the known universe for twenty of my twenty years, you still must admit that I am so interesting.
Case in point: Last night I had an idea (about myself) and now you are all reading about it, even though it has no conceivable relevance to any part of your life, or anyone else's for that matter. Why should you care? I don't know, I don't have time to think about you because I am too impressed with the deep implications of my latest trip to the bathroom.
Truly, my self-absorbtion is not confined to this article. I love myself in so many ways, I almost never have time to think about anything else. I have done many things that millions of other people have done, indeed, things every person does by the time they're twenty, but what you really have to think about, is how interesting they are now that they have finally happened to me! O My God, Wow!
Now, don't let forget my philosophical point here, which is that when you are as interesting as I am, you have nothing to worry about in life. As for those less interesting, I can only ask:
What could you possibly know about life that I don't?
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