As the great Canadian hero Justin Bieber once observed, why don’t you just go and love yourself, or something like that; and I have answers.
You don’t go and love yourself because you don’t enjoy your own company as much as you enjoy exploring the various toilets of Great Court, going to church, going to Morris dances, going to raves, binge-listening to 1940s country music and/or consuming illicit substances, like snuff, or excess liquids.
You don’t go and love yourself because all your love has already been spent on your dogs/cats/gerbils/mice/rats/pigs at home, your exes, your youthful and attractive step-parents, food, Kamala Harris, the Pope, Mark Carney, chips and/or the natural law.
You don’t go and love yourself because you’re not a narcissist, for crying out loud, and now you have the annoying Love Yourself song stuck in your head and even the bar doesn’t play that damn song anymore…
You don’t go and love yourself because you have exams.
Travisty 