Robert
Burns wrote: “Would but God the gift tae gi’e us, tae see
oorselves as ithers see us.” (Better work on that spelling, Bobby!)
Being
the consummate egoist, I’ve often rather coveted that ability,
though more careful thought, and reflecting on just how deeply I
loathe myself at times, dissuades me from putting in a formal
request. We all want to be liked, admired and respected. (I
personally would go for adored and revered, but that’s pushing it a
bit.)
However,
because I spend as little time as possible in the world of reality, I
suspect that others’ opinions of me might be somewhat different
than my own. And they might be skewered further by the fact that
people have been very kind to me over the years, leading me to
believe that I’m more lovable and cuddly than the facts warrant.
What
I think of other people is far simpler to explain. My 1-to-10
Love-to-Hate scale has far, far more people on the upper half of the
scale than the lower, and my admiration for some borders on
adulation. I can truthfully think of only two people I have known
personally whom I can honestly say I hate—and even with them, the
pure black of hatred is shaded by a tinge of grey sympathy for
whatever made them so loathsome. I am constantly and sincerely awed
by the goodness of friends and even casual acquaintances. The receipt
of totally gratuitous, unsolicited, and unexpected kind words, cards,
and messages never cease to humble me. I am truly ashamed that I
seldom if ever even remotely approach their level of goodness.
So
exactly how do I see myself? Weighing my self-loathing against my
delusions of being a latter-day Mother Teresa/Mahatma Gandhi on my
seldom-used scale of reality, I do think I come out a little more on
the positive side than the negative. My negative qualities, which I
am probably too quick to emphasize, are legion. I am too often petty
and irrationally envious of anyone whose abilities and talents I
either totally lack or which completely overwhelm my own. My
astonishingly low threshold of frustration causes infinite and
largely unnecessary problems. And, again, I am simply not as kind and
thoughtful to others as they have every right to expect me—and as I
expect myself—to be.
In
my own defense, I honestly do try to be better than I am. I do truly
like most people, and try to let them know it. I can truly empathize
with the sufferings of others and try to offer whatever moral support
I can provide. I am not stupid, though infinitely less intelligent
and well read than I would like to be. I recognize my prejudices and
a few areas of outright bigotry, which, like all bigotries, are
totally irrational, yet I do not let them interfere with my direct
dealings with others.
The
vast majority of what I see as my failings are based on unrealistic
self-expectations and an aching desire to be what I think I should be
and so badly want to be but am not.
My
insatiable need for approval and validation go far beyond all
reasonable expectation, and concentrating so strongly on myself
makes it even more difficult to get closer to who I would like and
expect myself to be.
But
enough of this exercise in narcissism! Let’s talk about you! So
tell me....what do
you
think of me?
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2 comments:
I think you're the perfect example of a human being. =)
Very kind of you to say, Kage. And much appreciated.
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