Narcissism.

JCC · 04-05-2009, 02:07 PM

One of the many aspersions cast my way by envious cretins that revel in their own viscous pools of self-loathing is that I am a narcissistic person for being completely and utterly in love with myself. This implication is obviously false to anyone with a knowledge of the myth of Narcissus. There are many versions of the myth of Narcissus, but I will stick to the original Hellenic version because all others are rubbish sequels where all faggotry is taken out, and it is obvious that Narcissus, loving himself and every part of his anatomy, would love the cock.

Firstly, Narcissus was punished by the gods for thinking that he was too good for all of the men that wanted to fuck him. Now, I can understand that Narcissus might think this, and I am in no way implying that my phallus is a free-for-all instrument, my altruism has its limits, but I generally feel that it is my duty to use my beauty for the pleasure of others; after all, what other pleasures do they face in the sordid series of failures that they call their lives? Also, it is preposterous to assume that I would allow myself to be punished by deities, given my anti-authoritarian views and the physical prowess that I have to enforce those views upon any maverick gods having the audacity to believe that they could impose themselves upon me.

Secondly, the story of Narcissus ends with Narcissus' tragic demise at his own hands, as he is overcome with frustration at the unrequited love that follows his infatuation with his own reflection in a pool. Not only is my suicide impossible, given my immortality, but more importantly, the power of my seduction cannot be defeated simply by a pool; I would seduce the motherfuck out of my reflection with my brilliance.

If you must compare me to any mythological figures, compare me to the great Prometheus; I, like Prometheus, steal from the rich and give to the poor, in this case the rich is Zeus, the poor are humankind and I'm stealing fire, and I, like Prometheus, could have my liver eaten every day by a huge fucking eagle and the next day be relatively unscathed.

So, stop calling me a narcissist. Narcissism is for pussies. Prometheanism is the shit.

Bonquisha Brown · 04-07-2009, 02:57 AM

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Originally Posted by JCC

One of the many aspersions cast my way by envious cretins that revel in their own viscous pools of self-loathing is that I am a narcissistic person for being completely and utterly in love with myself....

So, stop calling me a narcissist. Narcissism is for pussies.

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