• Tue, Feb 7 2012

Sharing My Opinions Online Doesn’t Make Me A Narcissist

I’ve been writing for websites for about a year and a half now. A lot has changed in my life in the last eighteen months. I’ve begun to obsessively check my email, which my husband kind of hates. I hate-read sites that I wouldn’t even know about if I didn’t look at the internet all day long. (Hi XO!) I actually know the first names of models, but only because Ashley gives me pop quizzes from time to time, just to make sure that I’m qualified to grace this wonderful website. Oh, and I’ve been diagnosed with narcissist personality disorder, obsessive-compulsive disorder, bipolar disorder, depression, and generally being an absolutely horrible human being.

Keep in mind, my doctor says that I’m completely healthy. He yells at me to get more rest every once in a while, but I’ve known him since I was an infant so I generally nod and smile at his advice just like I do when my mother starts worrying about my health. He’s a general practioner but he hasn’t recommended that I seek psychiatric help and he knows me very well.

So if my doctor says that I’m A-Okay, who has given me such a dire mental health prognosis? Why, the wonderful people of the internet, of course! The all-knowing, all-seeing, ever-respectful readers who peruse my thoughts on a daily basis. These benevolent readers are obviously concerned for  my general well-being and have been able to deduce through careful examination that my brain is all kinds of crazy.

As a writer, part of my job is to come up with opinions to share with the world. Sometimes, those thoughts come easier than others. Sometimes, those opinions are more artfully and fully expressed than others. Every once in a while, I’m in a rush and pushing a deadline and the thoughts come out differently than I had hoped. (I know, the illusion is shattered, right? It’s so fun to think that writers are passionately involved and dedicated to every single piece they publish. Just like I’m sure that you feel emotionally attached to that memo you typed up today about your company’s expense report policy.)

Inevitably, the piece that I feel the least confident in gets read by the most people who happened to enjoy their freshman psych course in college. And in the 600 words that I used to describe why I dislike baby slings or kid-sized parkas, the wonderful readers of the internet have found and diagnosed serious mental illnesses that I didn’t even know I had. They’ve passed judgment on my entire life and everyone I’ve ever met, simply by hearing that I smoked cigarettes in college. Let’s not even get started on the ways they’ve dissected my daughter, simply because she’s being raised by a wacko who writes for a parenting site.

I find it astonishing, all of these people who have never met me in person, seen where I lived or spent any amount of time with my and my family have the ability to deduce what some highly-trained professionals might need at least a month of visits to figure out. No wonder we’re all okay with Dr. Drew giving his “professional opinion” on every celebrity he’s never met or treated. We do it on the internet all the time!

I’m sure that plenty of you will say I invite this criticism the minute that I choose to share my thoughts. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, right? I don’t have to write mine down and post them on the internet. That’s a valid argument. I guess it also gives me the right to diagnose commenters who disagree with me with random psychological disorders every time they comment. (First one to say anything is getting Tourette’s.)

Honestly, I don’t have a problem with people disagreeing with me. My fellow writers and I disagree all the time. Like I think not wearing make-up makes me so brave that I should probably be sainted immediately following my death. Alright, that’s a lie. But I do think that someone failed when they didn’t include my all-time favorite Disney villain Shere Khan in the round-up today. I can say that I think Jen messed up there without suggesting that she has a somatoform disorder.  (Though she might… I’m just saying.)

Listen, you don’t have to like what I say. You don’t have to agree with me. But can we stop pretending to Web MD? Can we just say, “No, you’re wrong,” instead of insisting, “No, you’re wrong and no one will ever love you for the rest of your life because you obviously have an antisocial personality disorder.” How about we try that. How about we put away our limited knowledge of dissociation and call it a day. Me and my doctor both thank you. He hates when the internet tries to upstage him.

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  • Jinx

    Basically, you’ll never be people.

    Yeah, I’m bringing that back.

    • Penelope

      I LOVE ‘you’ll never be people’! Why isn’t that on a t-shirt yet??

  • Kj

    Whaddaya MEAN you don’t like baby slings?!? You are clearly sick! SICK.

    But seriously. I think that people like to call you “narcissistic,” “bipolar,” whatever, because it makes them feel like their comment is not just some douchey baseless opinion, but… SCIENCE. And you can’t argue with science.

    Anyways I love to write lots of crap about myself, and I don’t even get paid for it, so… meh.

  • Jessica Pauline Ogilvie

    Lindsay, SO well said. But I mean, clearly, you still have narcissism.

  • Amanda Chatel

    Pfft. Narcissist.

  • Amy

    I can’t comment on your slew of alleged mental illnesses, but as a citizen of the internet, I am most certainly qualified to tell you to “spellcheck yo’self before you wreck yo’self.”

    • Kat

      LOL! Agreed Amy…seriously, spell check is your friend! I often wonder how some of the writers on these sites got these jobs, I mean, how qualified are they really or are they just lucky that they fell into it?
      Quite frankly I think you answered your own question when you said that you set yourself up by putting it all out there on the internet in the first place thus generating another useless article…