Relative Truth

In an age when the world is spiraling out of control and people are faced with the foreclosures of houses that they never really could afford, I think it's important to be honest with yourself beyond your financial station in life. Honesty is important, but understand the caveat that the world is just layers of b.s. and we are just particular to our specific layer. Usually it requires someone telling you the harsh realities of, well, you. Someone to tell you that you're a certain way regardless of the way you perceive your own sense of self. Occasionally I like to refresh this concept in my mind, but now I've taken to committing it to ink, because there is a certain element of "truth" to things that are written.

While I think I'm completely normal to the rest of the inhabitants of this mixed-up world, I'll concede that: I'm self-deprecating, self-indulgent, unnecessarily abrasive, uncomfortably confident, miserably stuck in an unfulfilled career, presumptuous to a fault; I'm a spendthrift, quick to judge, preoccupied with death and illness, often holier-than-thou, and I err on the side of pessimism (I'm sure if I really thought about it I could devote an entire blog to each and those that haven't been mentioned). Some would look at this laundry list and think: how pathetic. I assure you that wasn't my intention with this exercise. Everybody knows their farts never stink, but occasionally it's important to consider what you present for others to consume for their sake of perception, as if you were gifting yourself to the world.

So how do you view yourself?