Of course, all this me-thinking isn’t really something I need to be concerned about. After all, I’m always with “me” wherever I go, so it makes
sense that I tend to notice me and pay attention to me, more than anyone or anything else. As well, I’m not consciously placing any of the navel-gazing thoughts into my head… they’re just appearing, and I am somehow navigating them as they
appear. I also happen to know that the main reason why I don’t want to be concerned, is that by being concerned about how much I think about me, I end up thinking more about me. Isn’t that hilarious? It makes me laugh, and fortunately, when I’m
laughing, I’m usually not thinking about me. Thank goodness! I can give myself a rest!