I'm Special?

It has recently been brought to my attention (I was aimlessly wandering around the Internet looking for something to kill my increasing levels of boredom and I read something) that college kids these days are becoming more and more vain. This is supposedly happening as a result of parents in the 80's repeatedly telling their kids "you're special."

I am no longer a college student. I do, however, like to pretend late at night when no one is looking that I still am. I did, like most current college students, grow up in the wonderful decade known as the 80's (note to self: write a post about how you still like to listen to 80's bands, (note to self: don't listen to previous note, that would be stupid and embarrassing)). However, my personal claim of awesomeness (often expressed in this blog) is really a farce -I am trying to trick myself. However, everything I say about Blue Steel is the gospel truth.

Blue Steel 8
World 1

Anyway, I don't think I am that special. Well, I have been told I am "special," but it was clarified that they meant "different," which really meant "stupid." So yeah, I am that kind of special, but not the kind that leads you to becoming a self centered narcissist. Where were my parents when I needed them to tell me I was special? I could have been a narcissist like everyone else instead of a depressed, lacking self worth, no self confidence or self esteem, mid-20's man-boy, whose entire sense of self worth is solely derived from his car. But this, in turn, makes up for anything those current college student suckers have because the car is Blue Steel. I win again. Maybe it's not so bad if parents tell their kids "you're special." The world needs a way to catch up to me, or at least deceive itself into thinking it has.