Wednesday, July 29, 2026
I love myself too much to run rampant, to be aggressive, unruly, and dominant. Like Will Smith says to himself, when considering food, “I love you too much to let you eat that greasy pizza.”
I love myself too much to allow myself to keep company with those whose company I don’t particularly love. I love them, but I love myself too much.
I love myself too much to comply with every request, unless of course, I love doing what’s requested! I love myself too much to have only “phone friends.” Immediate friends, whose presence is here, real and now, is my preference. I gravitate towards preference because I love myself too much to have only a relationship with my phone and pixels. Intimacy is greater.
I love myself so much that talking about myself is hard to put into words. I’m not talking about small talk – that’s even harder. Too much love is hard to describe. That’s because I love myself too much – it’s beyond words.
I love myself too much to keep doing things the same way and expecting different results. I love myself too much to force myself to do things in the name of being “nice” to those who “need me.” I have to check in with myself to see if I, too, love the proposed idea. I love myself too much, that’s why I often say “no.”
I love myself so much that I restrict myself only to those things I love; to those people whose company I love; to those beautiful foods and books I love. I love what I love and what I love nourishes me.
I love myself way too much to “let myself go” on a rampage, on a binge, or to compromise my own integrity by putting the request of others before my True Love’s selfish ways.