To the guy who can't stop talking about himself

Hey.

You don’t know me, but I know you. In fact, I think I know you pretty well. I know you so well because you never stop talking about yourself.

You are probably the only person I know who can stretch a 90-minute conversation about themselves and compress it into 60 minutes. You talk and talk, and all about yourself. When I try to get a word in, you manage to cut me off. When I try to add a personal comment, you turn it around to make it about you.

I’m sure a lot of it is related to your high self-esteem and high regard of yourself, but after a while, you sound conceited. Yes, you’re accomplished in what you do, but so what? You’re not the only person who has done what you’ve done. If you would’ve let me talk, you would’ve known I did the same thing you do.

And, it's not just that. When you say that Angelina Jolie's father was in Dirty Dancing after I correct you several times by saying it's Jerry Orbach from Law & Order, your arrogance keeps you rambling on about Angelina Jolie's dad whose name you don't even know (it's Jon Voight, you bloody twit).

But, all of that I can let go if it wasn’t for one comment you made about me. Namely, you tell me you feel like you can't trust me. How in the hell can you deduce something like that when I’m not allowed to talk? You don’t even know me!

Whatever.

Even if you read this, you’d still make it about yourself. That’s the sort of person you are. You can’t help it. You just don’t know it. Ego-driven narcissists like yourself don’t care about anyone else.

Oh, and by the way, you’re not as interesting as you think you are, you prick.

Best,
Steven.