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  • There is one particularly salient question we should ask in order to measure our levels

  • of emotional well-being: do you broadly feel that you have the right to exist and are,

  • on balance, a good enough human being? Or, whatever your outward circumstances and achievements,

  • do you generally feel you are a piece of excrement, who has only got through life by deluding

  • others (who would quickly abandon you if they knew even a fraction of the truth about you)

  • and, because you are a liar, are only ever one or two steps away from deserved humiliation

  • and catastrophe?

  • It is in a sense extraordinary how many of us instinctively answer yes to the second

  • question; in other words, how many of us are alive without a sense that we have any genuine

  • merit in walking the earth. Suicide statistics say something horrifying about our societies,

  • but the numbers on violent self-hatred, from which one in four of us are estimated to suffer,

  • say something arguably even worse. If we saw a stranger being treated the way many of us

  • treat ourselves, we wouldn't hesitate to call it wanton cruelty.

  • An odd detail about disliking oneself is that one generally doesn't even notice oneself

  • doing it. Realising it would require a degree of objectivity about one's potential worth

  • that one precisely lacks. Self-hatred can be too obvious to be visible; it's the default

  • position and has been since childhood. One doesn't identify as a self-disliker; one

  • just thinks one's a piece of shit.

  • The feeling radiates its effects in a number of areas: if someone pays you a compliment,

  • you immediately doubt their intelligence. When someone offers to love you, you wonder

  • why they are so weak. When you are stuck in a frustrating relationship, at work or in

  • private life, you stay (if necessary for decades), for this is - after all - simply what you

  • deserve. If you're promoted or are admired, you at once feel incapable and a liar. There's

  • a voice in your head that accompanies you in all challenges and tells you that won't

  • be able to do this, that you're a moron and everyone hates you. If something appears

  • to go well, you'll sabotage things brilliantly. You know just how to screw up job opportunities

  • and drive away people who want to be kind. You easily feel that people are mocking and

  • mistreating you: you sense hostility in interactions in shops or restaurants, with colleagues or

  • lovers, a lot of the time, you're in a paranoid frame of mind - out of a fear that the world

  • might at any point discover or has already discovered what you well know about yourself:

  • that you're a disgusting imbecile.

  • Salvation starts with an obvious sounding insight that should nevertheless be written

  • in large letters across the sky: no one is born liking themselves. That is, there's

  • a history to this which you've been left unable to think about. It is only the soothing,

  • enthusiastic responses of our earliest caregivers that can lend any of us encouragement to carry

  • on. Our sense of self is assembled out of the reactions of those who were first around

  • us. We may not know anything about these people in conscious memory but we don't need to.

  • We can deduce everything vital by asking ourselves the very simple question: Do I like who I

  • am? You may not have the original mould at hand, but you can sense the imprint in the

  • dough of your character.

  • No one can survive the sense that they were a bore, a threat, an inconvenience or a disappointment

  • to those who made them. This isn't a negotiable point. If you were in this wretched camp,

  • you get a prize for not having done away with yourself already. We can't escape a basic

  • law: we are the only animal whose sense of being able to keep on keeping on depends on

  • the welcome accorded to them by those who made them.

  • It's so horrific to have to acknowledge that we were badly or unfairly treated, in

  • an especially bizarre phenomenon we're liable to turn the anger we might in theory feel

  • towards our erstwhile flawed caregivers back onto ourselves. We end up preferring to dislike

  • who we are rather than accepting a yet more horrible idea: that someone we needed to adore

  • wasn't very nice to us. We can end up lacking any capacity for anger, for that would require

  • a basic sense of self-worth and therefore an idea that we had been violated. Most of

  • us are just numb. Or, in an effort to numb, we gorge on drugs, porn, love affairs, fame

  • or processed sugarThe path of self-hatred points everywhere other than its real source:

  • those early years.

  • How does one ever dig oneself out of the mine-shaft of self-hatred? For a start, by becoming a

  • better historian of our selves - and therefore being able to hold on to the idea that we

  • hate ourselves only or primarily because we were once not loved. This has a structure

  • so basic it feels like an insult, but to make the concept resonate with one's actual experience

  • can be the task of a lifetime.

  • We need to start to notice what unfair story tellers we are: how many decades of practice

  • we have had at always turning ourselves into the villain, of justifying the behaviour of

  • others way beyond what they deserved and at putting ourselves invariably at shameful fault.

  • We may be very clever, but in this area, we probably can't think too clearly - so we

  • may need to bring in another brain to help our faltering one out. We may need to check

  • our reality against another's and thereby recalibrate our assessment of everything we've

  • touched. We need to repatriate the pain: away from hating ourselves and fearing the world

  • towards mourning an original catastrophe.

  • We may eventually reach a very weird-sounding insight: that we aren't exceptionally awful,

  • we just had an exceptionally unfortunate introduction to existence. We need to learn a vital art,

  • from which so much else good can then flow: that of being on our own side.

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不喜歡一個人 (On Disliking Oneself)

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