Someone needs to lighten up...
That would be me. In the words of the so-full-of-himself-he-might-implode-taking-the-universe-with-him-into-a-black-hold-of-monotony reality tv hairdresser Jonathan, "I am SO over myself."
If I still had a shrink I would feel sorry for her for having to listen to my crap. I can't even stand the sound of my own voice in my head. Everything I do annoys me, from talking out loud to the cat (yes, I thought it was cute at one time) to that weird thing I do with my tongue and my teeth when I get nervous (I thought that was cute once too). I hate my clothes, my hair, my height, my feet, my car, my fingernails, my arrogance, my smugness, the way I walk, and my taste in TV. I irritate the hell out of myself.
Spending too much time alone? Probably. That would explain the talking to the cat thing (because it's two more cats and a floral bathrobe away from crazy old woman). And I think I like myself a lot more when I have to defend myself to others. When I don't have to stand up for myself, I start to wonder who I was fighting for in the first place. Bottom line: Apparently I need criticism to survive, otherwise I start looking for another host body to occupy.
"Interesting. No wait, the other thing: tedious."