The Unoriginal Sin

In the world of self-prescribed neurosis (google, thank you very much), you can find a disorder for just about any habit you may have and a disease for every symptom (which eventually leads to cancer EVERY SINGLE TIME).

Narcissistic Personality Disorder.

Yep folks, what the cardinals described as a sin, the psychologists termed as a disorder. What is NPD? Well, lets ask our almighty source of maladies : Wikipedia.

Narcissistic personality disorder (NPD) is a personality disorder^[1] in which the individual is described as being excessively preoccupied with issues of personal adequacy, power, prestige and vanity. This condition affects one percent of the population.^[2][3] First formulated in 1968, it was historically called megalomania, and is severe egocentrism.

One percent? Well, almighty Wiki, maybe your sources were pre-Facebook/Twitter/Instagram. Maybe they were measured for the people existing in the physical realm and not the ego-elating, truth-distorting realm of cyberspace. I’d give a penny for those who can successfully separate the two in their daily lives. And a two-thumbs up!

Want a laugh? Look at the symptoms of the disorder.

Symptoms of this disorder, as defined by the DSM-IV-TR include^[1]:

• Reacting to criticism with anger, shame, or humiliation
• Exaggerating own importance, achievements, and talents
• Imagining unrealistic fantasies of success, beauty, power, intelligence, or romance
• Requiring constant attention and positive reinforcement from others
• Being obsessed with self
• Pursuing mainly selfish goals
• Trouble keeping healthy relationships
• Becoming easily hurt and rejected
• Setting goals that are unrealistic
• Wanting “the best” of everything
• Appearing unemotional

Check. Err. Check. Aww, heck. So, now I’m borderline OCD and NPD? That’s one too many a disorder. *sigh*

Just kidding. On second though, maybe I’ll cancel that Instagram account after all.

Ehem.

Anyway…

Just because you had one thought of stealing diamonds from Tiffany’s on a dreary wednesday, doesn’t make a you a kleptomaniac. It means that, like everything in life, you have choices and you choose the path you follow. It doesn’t make you evil either (spare the holy water, please). It means you are human. And that’s OK. Well, kinda. Unless you choose the bad route. Then I’d have to report you to the authorities. Sorry.

Ehem.

Anyway…

Please, spare yourself from the disorder that killed the Romans. Think a little of others. Whether you have NPD or not, it can’t hurt, right?

xoxo

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