Can it be proven scientifically that our mental processes are intrinsically, almost inescapably, one or the other way around? I don’t know the answer to any of these questions, but when I find myself typing things like “the most depressing thing in the world” into Google, I might as well come to the conclusion that we’re all at the mercy of our genetic make-up.
But even if we’re not entirely irrational creatures with a deeply programmed love of world order, how can I tell if my motives are real? If I become suspicious of my feelings, is it because of the fact that my feelings are feelings, or the fact that I now feel them?
I don’t know, but I do know I’m still an asshole. I’ve just done what any self-respecting self-loathing human being would do: I take some consolation in the fact that my wife seems to feel the same way. So there you have it. I can no longer consider myself a suspect.
Wade's Playlists, Movies and Stories, etc. 