I am my own best friend.

"..And what a surprise it was to me, when I saw that no one else could ever love me the way I loved myself..."

Last night, half awake and quite upset, I wrote these words upon my leg for lack of paper. However, despite any of the various afflictions to my mental state during that time, it is true. By love I don't mean the simple, universal love; I mean "love" as we use it to mean caring about another person. It came first from the idea that I need a friend like myself. Upset, I knew that no one could have comforted me, even if someone had been there. I wouldn't have allowed them to. I would have frozen up. Alone, though, I cried to myself and comforted myself, explained each thing that made no sense and told me that everything was going to be okay. For just a moment, I filled all the roles a life could ever need. It was then that I realized that no one else could ever love me as "well" as I love myself. This is because I understand myself far better than anyone else ever could; after all, I live with myself all the time. In addition to understanding myself, I accept myself. With all my faults, with all my problems, with everything I do wrong, screw up, fail at, don't try or give up, I can still tell myself that I'm worth it. Truthfully, I'm not sure that anyone else could fully accept me like that. I don't blame people for it; it simply isn't within the human capacity to accept every characteristic available to man, and the likelihood that they'd accept the exact grouping of my characteristics is rather slim.
For awhile I cried with myself over the fact that no one could ever love us to such a degree as we loved ourself. I knew that the things I had done to myself; to my mind were signs of a bad relationship. But that was before I loved myself at all... how strange it all is. I worried for several minutes whether such an outlook would be viewed as some sort of a mental disorder, after all, I was thinking of myself as two people, one comforting the other, a further one comforting a more central one, loving her for the person she is. When I calmed down, my identity merged into one, as it should remain...
Still, I can't be sure whether I should be comforted or disturbed by that idea. The comfort is that I can trust myself completely, knowing that I won't ever betray myself, stop loving myself, or leave myself in any way. I am my own best friend. However, there is a certain... arrogance to thinking that no person could compare to you in a relationship with yourself. True, this idea would never lead me to reject my friends; I love my friends. But is it wrong to favor yourself (in a third person view) above your [other] friends? This is not self-importance, I am favoring myself. Perhaps I am more odd than I previously thought. Fortunately for me, though, I know that I'm dependable.