Self discovery? But what if I suck!?

For the record, I love me. I love being me. Probably more than I should... Do I have to look at myself in any reflective surface when given the chance? Yes. Without fail. The more mirrors the better. The biggest problem with my stunningly good looks is that not every woman has admitted it to themselves yet. Denial can ruin opportunity, ladies. Think about it. Anyway, I am confident with my decisions on any given day, but of late, I have noticed an increasing number of situations that cause immediate guilt and make me to wonder if I am indeed an asshole.
Here's your for instance: Today, I caught a glimpse of a man dressed outrageously. He was donning a hideous Hawaiian shirt that looked like a 3 yr-old's crayon drawing had been vomited on by a flourescent rainbow, Tennis ball green fanny pack, taupe sweater tied around his neck like a j-crew ad gone horribly wrong, Ray Charles sunglasses with chums, and probably equally ridiculous pants/shoes, etc... ( I could only see the upper part of him at the time.) So I silently giggled to myself pondering how anyone could manage to so poorly dress themselves. Then he moved, and the lower half of his body came into view. I still don't remember what the rest of his ensemble was because I was distracted by his SEEING-EYE DOG. Now the sunglasses make sense. A-hole.