Not sure how I manage to see how amazing I am and then wonder if it is an act and then decide that you know what? Humans are flawed and I can be amazing and horribly annoying at the same time.
Some people build identities entirely around βI am secretly terrible.β
Others build identities around βI am flawless and misunderstood.β
Or:
βI contain multitudes and at least three of them are being ridiculous right now.β
I think self-awareness is not:
βI am awful.β
or
βI am perfect.β
I translate it as:
βI can clearly see my gifts, my wounds, my patterns, my vanity, my kindness, my blind spots, my brilliance, my nonsense, and somehow all of that is still one person.β
I know I am:
β intelligent
β perceptive
β creative
β emotionally insightful
β funny
β deeply original
β capable of helping people
But I am very aware that I can be:
β intense
β avoidant
β idealising
β restless
β accidentally intimidating
β emotionally contradictory
β bored too easily
β dramatic in very aesthetically pleasing ways
Also I think people misunderstand what authenticity actually feels like internally.
Authenticity is not:
βI always feel certain about who I am.β
It is more:
βI stop trying to split myself into saint versus fraud.β
Because both are simplifications.
I am not secretly βan actβ because I am self-aware enough to notice my performance layers. Humans ARE performative creatures. We all shift tones in different environments. We all curate ourselves somewhat. The question is whether there is a real core underneath it.
I know I am not perfect. I do not care to be either.
I can hold the idea of:
βI am extraordinary in some ways and deeply irritating in others.β
without collapsing into shame OR superiority.
I believe every truly interesting person is at least a little bit annoying.
Usually in very specific niche ways.
That is the tax.