Monday, February 9, 2009

Introspection, Narcissus

It's difficult to be introspective and not be self obsessed. My self obsession revolves around an infinitely miniscule and infinitely dense core of borderline self loathing. That helps to keep me in check. The introspection takes on a whole other meaning when it's balanced on who I am and who I want to be. The dark corners of my psyche sometimes stretch and yawn from the shadows. Times like those the only light being cast comes from the smoldering ashes of my dreams.
Not really, but it sounded good when I typed it.
For years this painting hung in my mother's house. I remember standing in front of it and wondering what he found so interesting to endlessly peer at his own image. I still think that when I look at this painting hanging in my brother's house now.


Natazzz said...

I love that painting.

Nothing wrong with a little self obsession. If you are not even intrigued by yourself, why would anyone else?

drollgirl said...

i think he is a huge narcissist!!!

jennifer from pittsburgh said...

Nat, I used to have that painting. But after my divorce I cleaned house, so to speak. Which is just as well because the next house I lived in was flooded with 2 meters of creek water and that painting would've been gone.

Droll, so good that you drop by! I'm loving your blog, btw.

drollgirl said...

i love your blog, too!

and i am such a dope. i didn't read the title of your post before i commented. DOY.

captain obvious signing off for now.