How often do we cast ourselves as heroes and/or victims of the circumstances we “find ourselves in”. How rarely do we try to see ourselves as others see us (not that, of course, that is automatically more accurate). We make such enormous and regular allowances for our sweeping generalisations, our hypocrisies and our inconsistencies.
Well, I do, anyhows.
This is all very obvious – banal, even. The question is, short of keeping a diary, and/or sending out anonymous surveys, how do we keep from slipping back into those self-serving narratives? Or am I barking (up the wrong tree).