I know I talk about myself a lot. I got a lot of flaws, and I know one of my most annoying ones is that 9 times out of 10, if I’m talking, I’m talking about myself. I learned it from my mother, maybe, a badass Sicilian lady, born and raised in Queens, who will change an entire conversation to focus on herself, saying, “Ok but let’s talk about what’s important: let’s talk about me.” It’s a joke, kinda. I’m the same way and I know this.
But before you judge me too harshly, I want you to think about what it means that someone like me gets scorned for this behavior when someone like Woody Allen can make a career out of it. Fifty movies, couple of Oscars, and it’s all about him. I want you think about what it means for someone who never sees herself in art, in movies, in TV, in theater, in politics to draw attention to herself. I want you to think about an invisible person creating her own visibility. And I want you to think about how much shit I get for that.
So my writing is about me. I take numerous selfies and post them around the internet with nary a care in the world. My poems are about me. My stories are all just different characters based on me interacting with each other. I am my own muse and I will not apologize for this.
I center myself because no one else will.
For the record, I thoroughly enjoy listening to you talk no matter what the topic. <3