(Me? Lady Gaga? Yeah, I know. Versatile, aren’t I?)
So anyway, in the end I decided she was very talented in
lots of ways, but I couldn’t help feeling an undercurrent along the lines of ‘I
think she takes herself a bit too seriously.’ My opinion is of no consequence,
of course, but it did have me wondering whether I take myself too seriously. I don’t know; how can I? The problem is this:
When we form opinions of people, we do so mainly by
employing two areas of scrutiny: the extent to which they accord with our own
sensibilities, and the ways in which they conform to or differ from the received
norm. In both cases, it’s based on the external view. So how can you do that
with yourself, since you don’t have an external view uncoloured by subjective
perception? It’s like being locked in a house. You can go to the windows on
all sides and look at all the other houses in the neighbourhood, but the one
house you can’t see is your own.
I think I know myself very well, having always kept a part
of my consciousness standing aside and looking back. But it could never be
totally disconnected from the subjective view, so it can never be complete.
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