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I am an unreliable narrator.<\/p>\n
I make no pretense of disinterest. Everything I use to fill the vacuum of this life is done by choice. Consciously or subconsciously, I am neck-deep in my interests and biases. So are we all. The difference is my memory. It is eidetic. I can often remember things exactly as they happened. The trick to being unreliable is the interpretation of these events to suit the argument I am making, which may or may not remain consistent. It really depends on the moment. It depends on the audience. Now for the hard part. Sometimes I am the sole member of this audience.<\/p>\n
And the cognitive dissonance that occurs during the process of packaging a situation is far more dissonant when the package is for self-consumption. It\u2019s not impossible, clearly. And by what I\u2019ve witnessed, I\u2019m not the only person doing it. You see it in a color-by-numbers, kindergarten-simplicity when the law becomes involved. Statements are taken, snap judgments are made, then all evidence that fits a hypothesis is hoarded, while anything that subverts the accepted idea of \u201cwhat happened\u201d is summarily dismissed as coincidence or superfluous. In our personal lives, we do this shit on a whole other level. Why? Because we are fighting for our perceived actualization and the definition of our capital-S Self. That is a constant battle waged from cradle to grave, and everything is sacrificed in its effort.<\/p>\n
The few individuals who can subvert this compulsion, or rise above it, are pointed to as heroes and anomalies of selfless wonder. Again, I don\u2019t include myself, even remotely, among these beautiful freaks of human nature.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u00a0 I am an unreliable narrator. I make no pretense of disinterest. Everything I use to fill the vacuum of this life is done by choice. Consciously or subconsciously, I am neck-deep in my interests and biases. So are we all. The difference is my memory. It is eidetic. I can often remember things exactly … <\/p>\n