“For a moment sitting there above the city, i imagined life outside of narcissism. I wondered how beautiful it might be to think of others as more important than myself. I wondered how peaceful it might be not to be pestered by that childish voice that wants for pleasure and attention. I wondered how it would be like not to live in a house of mirrors, everywhere i go being reminded of myself.”
“At times it felt like I was killing myself. And yet the only thing I could recall at that moment was how much fun it had been, and how wonderful it was to do this for a living.”
“And I wonder how well I myself can see.”
“I wondered if this was how you'd felt.I wondered if I was making myself feel how you'd felt.I knew it wasn't a choice. It was just what my mind was doing.Although I could've been fighting it more.”
“How many times has that happened? I find myself wondering. How many times have I sat, waiting, while he catches up with somebody else, somebody more important?”
“I was brought up to believe that how I saw myself was more important than how others saw me.”