In "The I Who Says 'We,'" Stacey
Ake touches on a concept that I have long adhered to: never trust someone who
proclaims to be a good person. If we see ourselves in a shining light, she
says, we are presuming we are perfect in light of another’s imperfections. Only
when we can see ourselves as imperfect can we have genuine understanding and
realistic acceptance of another’s inevitable moments of shittyness.
We
are, all of us, at least kind of shitty. We’ve all hurt someone, or been rude
or demanding, ungrateful or snide. We’ve broken someone’s heart and
disappointed someone when they’ve needed us. We’re human. We’re imperfect. We’re
kind of shitty. This is fine. It is a realistic, fair assessment of ourselves,
which is the first step towards personal authenticity, from which springs the
ability for all meaningful, lasting relationships. When we recognize our
propensity for shittyness, we become more tolerant of shittyness in others. We
are less likely to rush to the fundamental attribution error, the term
psychologists give to being a self-righteous dick. This error skews a person’s
opinion such that they believe their own failings or missteps are due to
circumstances, while perceived failures of others are due to the flaws in their
character.
We’ve
all done shitty things, so reasonable people believe themselves to be a bit
shitty. People who view themselves as good, on the other hand, have explained
away the impact of their negative actions. They feel justified and righteous.
They are wrong. They are just as shitty as the rest of us, only less cognizant
of that fact, which emboldens them into further acts of shittyness. Their lack
of repentance shows a lack of self-realization, one that is dangerous to their
relationships and to themselves. To boldly move forward without objective
self-reflection is to continue to blunder through life without a genuine
understanding of how deeply a person can hurt the people in their sphere. And
this necessary, genuine, comprehensive, and objective self-reflection will
invariably result in the realization that one is, to at least some degree, kind
of shitty.
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