Why Narcissism is Necessary?

I’ve been blogging for more than 2 years, discarding several blogs in the process and finally sticking to Narcissism is Necessary.

nar·cis·sism
Pronunciation Key (närs-szm) also nar·cism (-szm)
n.

1. Excessive love or admiration of oneself. See Synonyms at conceit.

2. A psychological condition characterized by self-preoccupation, lack of empathy, and unconscious deficits in self-esteem.
3. Erotic pleasure derived from contemplation or admiration of one’s own body or self, especially as a fixation on or a regression to an infantile stage of development.
4. The attribute of the human psyche charactized by admiration of oneself but within normal limits.

People have often mistaken the name of my blog for the person I really am, a vain, wicked and selfish narcissist. Perhaps I am a little bit of everything (aren’t we all?), but if I had to be truly grateful for one thing in my life, it would have to be narcissism, for the lack of better word.

It was narcissism that has saved me from an eating disorder. It was narcissism that has finally pushed me to seek and stay in a healthy relationship. It was narcissism that stopped me from spiraling down a well which depth was unknown. It was narcissism that had picked me up from the ground that I thought I would never stand on again. I am truly thankful that at a time when in spite of genuinely believing that I had lost everything, I was still able to produce within myself, a tiny dose of feeling people disdainfully address as narcissism, because it was this feeling that made me who I am today. And that is why, Narcissism is Necessary. At least to myself, anyway.

p/s: Oh did you notice…narcissism is not a person.

Why Kimberlycun?

Kimberly is my name. Cun is Malay slang for cute/pretty.

Nowadays I cringe in embarrassment whenever I’m reminded of my former nicknames. I used to have very pretentious nicknames such as Kimberly Fitzgerald, Christina Da Vinci (I know! I know! :P) and Kimberly Mapother (derived from my love for Tom Cruise). I suppose the use of such nicknames has to do with the phases I identified with. Between the age of 14 and 17, I used to pretend to be 35 year old MILF and chatted up strangers in Mirc.

The thing was, they real