7/5/2023 0 Comments Murakami sputnik sweetheart![]() ![]() How important the world outside is to me, how I maintain a sense of equilibrium by coming to terms with it. What I'd like to know more about is the objective reality of things outside myself. The more I think about it, the more I'd like to take a rain check on the topic of me. It's enough to make me ask the question: How well do we really know ourselves? And those "good at sensing others' true feelings" are duped by the most transparent flattery. ![]() Self-styled honest and open people, without realizing what they're doing, blithely use some self-serving excuse to get what they want. "I'm honest and open to a ridiculous degree," they'll say, or "I'm thin-skinned and not the type who gets along easily in the world." Or "I am very good at sensing others' true feelings." But any number of times I've seen people who say they've easily hurt other people for no apparent reason. Given the chance, people are surprisingly frank when they talk about themselves. This kind of thing doesn't seem to bother most people. I've always been disturbed by the thought that I'm not painting a very objective picture of myself. But when I talk about myself, all sorts of other factors-values, standards, my own limitations as an observer-make me, the narrator, select and eliminate things about me, the narratee. Sure, no one knows as much pure data about me as me. I'm always tripped up by the eternal who am I? paradox. ![]()
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