Fetish-Theory-Self
Centered
I am into introspection.
I like to find out about me. My previous excuse for doing this was
to identify my flaws in order to correct them. I was content with
this arrangement until I developed a mental fetish for the
concept of self-absorption.
This fetish grew a theory. The theory: I was only thinking about
me because I was incurably self-centered.
This idea was stay-up-late-and-worry upsetting, so I made an immediate
effort to remedy the situation - I documented all of my thoughts
in order to analyze their level of self-centeredness. This activity
backfired, however, since in order to carry out the plan I had to
focus on myself even more.
Next I tried to concentrate on other people. This involved walking
down the street, replacing my thoughts about my posture with the
posture of other people. I had to think about my classmates' past
summers instead of mine. This didn't work for two reasons: first,
I knew next to nothing about other people; second, I wondered whether
the people around me knew that I was thinking about them, which
made me paranoid.
I adapted to this situation by adopting a personality quirk wherein
I became sullen and bitter every time someone mentioned selfishness
in a conversation. This didn't resolve anything either so I dropped
that gig. As a last resort (which should have been my first resort)
I tried to think about God all the time. Not just sometimes, or
usually, but allllllll the time. It was a welcome release; I knew
that God understood verything, so I didn't have to worry about trying
to completely understand myself or other people. Of course, I didn't
understand God either; so paradoxically my extreme (maybe) self-awareness
and addiction to understanding was replaced with a continual awareness
of something beyond comprehension.
Meanwhile,
this system helped me realize that I could think about myself without
having a guilty conscience, because, face it, it's impossible to
completely blot oneself out of one's mind. If nothing else, I'd
starve. It was an interesting day when I made this discovery. I
celebrated with a nap and a cookie.
-catherine b.
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