“Does it matter that you’re lying to yourself?” I asked Wilson. “What’s the harm?” he replied. “If it conquers a fear and doesn’t lead to maladaptive behaviors in the future, I see no problem with it.” “A little lie can go a long way?” “Sure.”
Like entering a self destructive depressive episode because you did a horrible thing WHILE also lowk harrassing the guy and then instead of acknowledging it and working through it you drink a ton and the realize you can lie to yourself feels icky to me. This is leading to maladative behavior! I also know how good of a point it is that there's a lot of guilt in not being able to see grandeur in this view, but this author seems so wrapped up in a self-pitiful and destructive hole of feeling sorry for herself. I hate to sound like the borderline abusive stoic dad here but we are all on a rock! Escape the suffocating prison of constantly self-justifying and trying to shape the world to YOUR view and instead acknoledge that things happen as part of the entire world and move through that.
