You are living in an narcissistic World. You are living in an narcissistic Society. You are a narcissist.

You use Facebook and other social media because you believe others are interested in what you are doing.

And you want others to know what you are doing. You tag yourself in photos, and update your status frequently.

You present an unrealistic portrait of yourself.

Just as you select the most attractive photos of yourself to use as profile pictures, you tend to populate your newsfeeds with the most attractive bits of news about yourself.

Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, Twitter, Tik Tok have completely taken over your life and are your platforms for your narcissist life.

You have adapted characteristics of self-importance, perceived uniqueness, intra-personal grandiosity, exploitative behavior, interpersonal entitlement and a high need for attention.

You require constant validation, social media serves as a drug for you.

From constantly uploading new pictures and your Selfie obsession to nervously counting the number of ‘Likes’ on your pictures and followers are all tools of social media that make your narcisstic Self feel better about yourself.

Narcissists take advantage of social media tools to show the World that they have more social reach by making as many friends as possible.

Selfies help your narcissistic Self to affirm your outward appearance. In fact, Selfies have become so important that phones now come with high-resolution front-facing cameras.

The popularity of selfies grew so much, the word was named ‘Word of the Year’ in 2013 by the Oxford Dictionary.

Keeping up with fresh profile pictures, maintaining Snapchat streaks, rather than real relationships, uploading what you are eating on Instagram instead of relishing the moment itself … your social life has been completely transformed.

Narcissism promotes more plastic surgery, a materialistic attitude and attention-seeking crimes.

Gone are the days where only actors and models were obsessed with their looks … narcissism has become a global epidemic, so much so that the people who are not active on social media are considered abnormal.

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.