They DO Exist.

Tripp and I spent a great weekend in NYC. I could go on and on about how I love NY and all the fun stuff we did, but that wouldn't be bitching; and this is after all Bitching With Bethany. So instead I'm going to go on and on about some skank we were exposed to at a comedy club. We went to several late-night comedy shows, which were wonderful and amazing. During one show we sat front and center, making us prime targets for mocking by comedians. I felt dread and excitement as I imagined being referred to as "Velma" from "Scooby Doo". But that was not to be because we were seated next to the most insufferable couple (in particular, the most insufferable woman) in the universe. When asked by the opening act about their first date, the BF (a prematurely balding trust fund baby who, I can only assume, purposefully paired a white vest with his jeans and sports coat) answered, "We went to Blah [some random restaurant]"; but GF (an attractive blonde wearing a patent leather belt directly under her boobs) interrupted, "No! We were at a party in the Hamptons, and I got a sunburn, and he took me to the store to get aloe in his Ferrari." Haha! Seriously? I found it hilarious that GF felt the need to say this, and I immediately liked her for being such an insecure freak. But then the rest of the night happened. During the remainder of the 2 hour show GF monopolized audience participation by her frequent public pronouncements. We learned, among other things, she fancies herself a master fly-fisherman, raced Ferraris in Spain as a teenager, and wouldn't date another audience member one comedian labeled, "Indian Harry Potter." The best part of the evening came when she told one comedian, "you don't want to know" her thoughts on God's existence. The guy paused for a beat, smirked, then looked straight at her and said, "Oh yeah? You gonna blow my mind?"
Sometimes it's hard for me to believe that people like this really exist. How do you go around day after day shamelessly bragging and forcing attention onto yourself without the slightest realization that you're being a complete douche? What if two such people found themselves in a social situation in which they had to interact? What would happen? And how could each of them not walk away without some degree of self-awareness/hatred and resolve to stop being such an asshole? So odd.
Oh God. Just had an awful thought. If these people have no self-awareness I could be one of them. Someone please tell me if I'm ever remotely like this.