I know I've talked about these sorts of things a lot, and that only serves to prove what I'm talking about right now. We learn things about ourselves, perhaps some only learn a little about themselves, and others will learn much about themselves, but the former and the latter have achieved equal results if there were no fundamental changes. Maybe the only difference in the two, is that those who learn a lot about themselves will become (1) neurotic and insecure or (2) become increasingly self-deceiving, because if the introspector believes they are actually accomplishing something, it will become increasingly difficult to improve theirself because it will be harder to re-realize past realizations that have no become buried under their own ego and forgetfulness.
When I started typing, I was reminded of that final scene from the movie American Psycho, this is just a random example, I can't think of anything else that is relevant. That famous quote was about nihilism and insanity or something like that, maybe Hugo or Campanella can tell you about it, but if we remove it from the context of the movie, it serves as an example of what I'm trying to say.
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There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone, in fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.
Yes Mr. Bateman, with no road signs, no maps, and no one to give you directions, what use are headlights in the dark? What use is there, of confessing things to ourselves, and saying, "This is who I am, this is the confession to my current loathsome self, and I want to change." This is the confession of someone who still believes that road maps exist, and they simply haven't found it yet. Keep driving, you'll get there, eventually.
A nihilist would say, "This is who I am, this is the confession to my current loathsome self, and absolutely nothing has changed as a result of it. The roads lead nowhere. My introspection has served me no greater good, and will only solidify my current self." Keep driving, the headlights dim over time, eventually the battery will die and the ego will be entirely bearable.
Let's assume there are road maps, either created by others, or yourself (does it matter?). Then what shall we do, as we confess to ourselves what we are?
Even while I am aware of my own self-deception, the manifestations of my ego (expressed in this very piece of writing), the excuses I create, the narratives I invent for my life to distract me from myself, and the narratives I invent to distract me from the narratives I just created, where do I go to stop this introspection into oblivion? What steps must be taken to move beyond observation and fundamentally change the self?















