You have rarity written on your forehead.
I was born rare and they always reminded me, “look you’re rare!”, until they convinced me.
He has it written down, literally.
I live in touch with my weirdness and I allow myself, I know that most of my emotions and thoughts are automatic and I don’t punish myself. As a young man, the same week that I went to sign up for the seminary to become a priest, I took a test as a porn actor.
It’s weird, yes.
I am consistent because I allow myself my contradictions. He was just getting to know me. Being strange is being yourself, but it can also be a feeling of error, incorrectness, inferiority, loneliness, guilt; of not deserving We’ve all felt that way at some point.
Inadequate
But when we allow it, rarity is a breath of fresh air. When the black sheep makes peace with its rarity, it leads the flock. That’s the beauty of weirdness, living our quirk without guilt.
“Cultivate your flaws; it will be what your enemies will envy the most,” said Wilde.
Weirdness is beautiful when, instead of repressing it, you live it without guilt, as something natural, automatic, not chosen. And he understands that precisely that rarity is his contribution to the collective to enrich it.
Today there is very little narcissist who likes to be looked at.
Trying to attract attention is vulgar. The important thing is the personality traits. If you are intelligent, sensitive and able to sustain solitude, you are a rare one for sure.
Because?
Because the norm is made for those who don’t think, for those who copy. Replicants repeat psychosocial patterns and behaviors automatically. They are conformist, traditional, logical people.
Simpler than being rare?
Being rare fills you with guilt. They civilize us: now don’t do this, now do that, and you end up being what you’re supposed to be and not what you are. To fit in is to mutilate.
We are a cluster of circumstances.
No one decides your temperament, inclinations, tastes and preferences. Everything was generated from the unconscious part, which we could not shape in our air.
Is it too much pressure to be the best version of yourself?
It is the psychological slogan of the American dream that ends in a nightmare, in self-observation, paranoia, it is the culture of absolute control, if you control yourself all the time you are not flowing, you are living a character.
It seems demanding.
Stressful, it creates anxiety and emptiness, but it is the hen that lays the golden eggs of self-help and coaching to squeeze us and sell us more courses and workshops. The best version is the one that best suits each circumstance.
Who dictates the norm?
Religion and psychologists, who now have a power of the wafer, like the chaplains before; what is dictated by official science, fads, social networks, politics and the obedient masses. Question little, follow a lot, be consistent, look happy…that’s what you wear.
And what does it mean to be different in a society that normalizes everything?
Being and doing from yourself, with humility but without trying to fall well, to be at peace with who you are, which is not simple, most people pretend roles continuously.
And does that hurt us?
Either you cling to your originality or you go straight to emotional turmoil without knowing who you are because you have copied the way you dress, work, do things. Being weird is an internal investigation, exposing yourself to life, playing with it a little.
Tell me what its rarity is.
I am a child of cortisol, my mother had clinical depression and when I was 10 months old she committed suicide. They took me with my father and my stepmother, with whom I put horns on my mother, a typical 20-year-old nurse-doctor relationship in the crisis of the 40s.
A pathetic normality.
A conservative and stale childhood and education took away my self-esteem and confidence in myself, from here the psychologist was born but the criminal or the drug addict could have been born.
Can you reinvent us?
In business, but being is not made of plasticine, this is another idea of ??official psychology, which places us in the “everyone seems to be able to reinvent themselves except me”. Again the advertising promise that becomes more helplessness, frustration and guilt.
But we can always improve.
Yes, but the illusion that everything depends on us, that we are each our own isolated cause, the origin of everything that happens to us, is attractive and tempting but cruel.
So?
To accept, which is to understand that the beginning of most thoughts and emotions are automatic, unconscious, visceral, conditioned and biographical.
