Self Obsessed

I always wonder if I'm self obsessed. Certainly the fact that on this blog I haven't posted anything but pictures of my face in over a month point to the fact that yes, I am obsessed with myself. Certainly when someone says 'self obsessed' a person thinks "in love with themselves" or "only thinks about themselves", anything along those lines. I however admit to being obsessed with myself as a person in a different way.
I think about my self all the time. I think about what I've done in the past, how could that have shaped the future I'm in now? How did that one day after Christmas make me the person that I don't like to look at?
I think about how every little word I say can affect the people around me. I don't mean this as in I speak profoundly and people should treat me as if I was Winston Churchill. I mean that if my mother asks me if I like her new phone and I say "It makes no difference, I don't care", she could take it as I don't love her.
Then that get s me to thinking, "Do I love my mother/father'? I have all this angry built up inside of me towards them. There's no reason to be mad at them, they lived their lives now I need to live mine.
But then I think, "Am I really living my life, or walking through it like a dark silhouette"? All I do is work and sleep. I don't interact with people, I don't make friends. I don't have in-depth conversations with people I just met and find so many coincidences with our lives that we come to find out after 2 hours of talking that we were just made to be friends.
And when I post these pictures of myself, most of the time I don't like them. I know I'm not ugly, nor am I pretty. But sometimes when you take a picture (like all the time) it looks to be at a horrible angle and you have to take five more to get one that satisfies you. I wonder how have I had this face for almost twenty years and I still don't know how to make it look good?

So yes I am self obsessed. I self analyze all the time. Think about my mistakes and little moments in the past that shaped who I am today. Then I think of little moments that I could make happen today, that could somehow shape a better me. So that maybe, just maybe, in five years I might like the person I have become.