Why, because it makes life easier. Wouldn’t you rather think you were a good and competent person than a messed up person who never accomplished anything? Especially when all you have to do is tell people you are good and competent and they will believe you and treat you that way? You can see it on Fluther all the time. So many people talk themselves up. How honest they are. How they tell the truth all the time. And everyone believes them and treats them that way.
Are they honest? No one really knows.
I, myself, am an absolute idiot. I do not talk myself up. In fact, I do quite the opposite. I talk myself down. It’s a kind of lying. I know I’m not as bad as I say I am, but if I make it sound worse, then people may appreciate anything I do that is actually worthwhile a little bit more.
I’ve been this way all my life. I’ve never seen myself as particularly competent or lovable or good at much of anything. If anyone would compliment me, I would explain in great detail why they were wrong in that assessment.
Turns out it was my brain chemistry disorder that was partly responsible for me behaving like this. But I have decided it is a good thing to self-denigrate. It helps you feel less disappointed when you don’t save the world. At the same time it makes you work a little harder at times.
I’m lost now. Sorry. This wasn’t much of an answer.
@KNOWITALL Here’s a theory for you. First of all, you have to understand the Christianity as a matter of standing in the community. No one actually believes that shit. Maybe a few. But for most, it’s a way of gaining status. Part of status is that you have look good.
Your father had a family and they were all “good Christians,” so that helped him make money. But of course, he had a dirty secret. You. You were the perfect symbol of how he did the wrong thing. He had a fling, made your mother pregnant, and has been spending the rest of his life hiding from that shame.
He can’t reconcile with it, and because of that, and other things, no doubt, he’s an alcoholic. It’s very painful to him. He has been treating the pain with alcohol. And of course, if he can’t feel his feelings, his shame, and he tries desperately to cover up the shame, then he will be emotionally distant, won’t he?
Many of us are torn between wanting to be accepted by society (Christianity), and wanting to do what we really want to do (fuck women). Men will do all kinds of things to separate themselves into dual lives in order to be able to be accepted and to be happy. Happiness is falling in love, over and over. It’s not responsible, the way women want men to be. But it is in our genes. It is even an evolutionary success strategy.
The more men want to fuck women freely, the more women want to clamp down and stop this behavior and make men be socially responsible. Women want men to be rich so they can pay for and care for the children. Some women don’t care about what the men do with their cocks, so long as their children are cared for.
But religion won’t let us get away with that. Religion (which I believe women started, even if men claim it), says not only do we have to care for our children, we also may not have any relationships with other women. You have to look and act right. I think the men who run churches are the most pussy-whipped of all. Those fundamentalists you see on TV. Some of them get caught with boys or girls on occasion, but you can be damn sure just about all of them are doing it. Their little rebellions against an essentially pussy-whipped nature.
It makes a lot of men crazy. They do what they can to act like they are being good, but in secret (they hope) they do what they really want to. And then the pressure of it gets to them. They start drinking. They quit having fun. They die long before they are dead. They can’t even begin to see what has happened to them.
There’s a novel in this, of course. You are the victim. Your father’s shame keeps him from knowing you. I’m sure he wants to. And the pain of not allowing himself makes him drink. He’d rather drink himself to death than risk his status and the face the anger of the rest of his family and community by talking to you. Instead, he sweeps you under the carpet like dirt he forgot to vacuum up.
It’s a theory. I hope, for your sake, that I’m wrong. Or if not, at least it is a story that might comfort you somehow.