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11/27/2007
True confessions
I have no idea what I'm talking about,
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Once I took a certain amount of satisfaction in cracking open enough of my personal life to offer a glimpse into it. In truth, it amused me. But, the double edged sword of foible exposition swings both ways and the more of my life I lay bare, I find, the less retreat I have.
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Being Ignorant of one's self is certainly to live in a fools paradise but what's wrong with that? Socrates' may have had a valid point when he said, "The unexamined life is not worth living," but I maintain that the examined life isn't much better.
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Oh, to be sure, the public, in general, thrives on self deprecation but rarely their own. Expose every quirk and flaw, every stupid mistake, especially the illegal ones and you're sure to be a hit at any cocktail party but eventually you end up sounding like the moron on the bus that never runs out of things to say and, to appearances, seems like a charming conversationalist until one actually listens to their banal and boring life stories.
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The novelty of being forever forthright does offer one benefit besides the appearance of giving good conversation, it empties the accumulated debris and crumbled detritus that fills our soul, the grin-and-bare-it moments, the discretionary choices and, more often, the indiscretionary ones.
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I was once ask, at a lunch table on a construction site if I went to Vietnam. I knew several of the people in attendance were Vietnam veterans, rather than take offense or defense, I held up two fingers in a "V' and said, "Hell no, we won't go." I was admitting I that I was a draft dodger but at least managed to defuse what could have been a tense moment and at the same time garner a laugh out of it.
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Don't we love the pimp, the whore, the unashamed, unabashed sinner? I do because I am one. Gene
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