All. About. Me.

Ah, the self centred. No matter what the subject starts out as, somehow it always becomes All. About. Me. I have friends with whom the conversation flows, but only if it's about their work, their friends, their love lives, or lack thereof. (The latter irritates me. Fucklessness should be remedied with action or accepted stoically. Repetitive whinging about it, or the women who enable it does nothing). However, if I speak of the same subjects for myself, I get is a disinterested, "Yeah, right." Of course, I am self centred too, but in the battle of self centredness, I lose.

(It's not really such a bad thing, I guess).