I'm very disappointed in poem_for_your_sprog for almost understanding this point, and then immediately making the same mistake she was calling out
'I have to sort my books!' she cried,
With self-indulgent glee;
With senseless, ~~narcissistic~~ pride:
'I'm just so OCD!'
'How random, guys!' I smiled and said,
Then left without a peep -
And washed my hands until they bled,
And cried myself to sleep.
Could you elaborate on this please? The only thing I remember about Narcissus is that, when he was born, a seer or something made a prophecy that he would live forever so long as he never knew himself. He had a bunch of suitors, all of whom he spurned, until one day he saw his own reflection in a lake. Being unable to obtain the only thing he has ever loved (himself), he sat by the lake staring until he died.
You've nearly got the myth right, just missing one detail: he only fell in love with his reflection after he was cursed by the goddess Rhamnusia. She sentenced him to die of thirst because he wouldn't date anyone. He was only 16.
That's all from Ovid. Try to evaluate that story in a modern context, and you'll see it becomes pretty gross. I really like the story as an example of how horrible people can be to asexuals. But most people side with Ameinias' interpretation that not wanting to date anyone is an act of abuse and hubris worthy of execution and two thousand years of hate.
But there isn't one single myth, you're only citing Conon's version, which is the only one that fits the narrative you're trying to portray here. Why not Ovid's version? Why not Parthenius's version? Why not Pausanias's version?
Ovid! That's the name I couldn't remember. I looked it up and 'Echo and Narcissus' is definitely the version I remember reading in school.