"She's sort of like B-," Pav said as we attempt to dissect The Crazy that keeps popping in during his shifts and leaving him letters apologizing for her daddy issues. For serious.
"Self-absorbed?"
"Well--we're all self-absorbed. I was going to say needy."
"The thing about those girls, Pav," I begin, after clarifying that I am one of those girls, "is that some of them are so self-absorbed that they don't realize how self-absorbed everyone else is."
I think this is one of those Common Sense Things, but let it be known that Morgan declares it so: don't get involved, on any level, with a person who composes a letter to inform her bartender that she is on pills for The Crazy and concludes said letter with an invitation for dinner.