Dear Anti-Narcissists

By Austin B. Hahn

I don’t give a fuck. Period. If you don’t like me because you think I’m “narcissistic”, or because for once I actually think positively of myself, I couldn’t give a rat’s ass even if I had one.

I don’t care if you don’t like me. I don’t care if you want to like me. I don’t care if you would like me, but just as long as I conform to your idea of who I should be or how highly I should think of myself because the issue is not me. It’s you. You’re the one with the low self-esteem, and I am not going to try to remedy that for you by thinking less of myself.

As RuPaul once said, “What people think of you is none of your business, and if bitches ain’t payin’ your bills, you pay them no mind.”

At the end of the day, regardless of how low or how high you think I should hold myself, I’m the one who has to live with me forever, so if you don’t like my attitude, then you can FUCK OFF!

One clap, two clap, three clap, forty?

By clapping more or less, you can signal to us which stories really stand out.