I’m not interesting

Because I’m a narcissist, sometimes I think I’m the most interesting person on the planet or at least in New York City, and that I should write a book because everyone deserves to hear my witty stories.

Then I see someone on an exercise bike next to the fruit stand, and I realize I’m not even the most interesting person on my block.

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Need more proof?

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Quyn’s former roommate’s friend: If you want credit for this, I’ll just need your name.
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Quyn's former roommate's friend: If you want credit for this, I'll just need your name.
Quyn’s former roommate’s friend: If you want credit for this, I’ll just need your name.
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I’m a journalist, content strategist, doting auntie, amateur bobsledder, fitness enthusiast, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.

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