What if the very tools that I use to make decisions are flawed?
Everybody’s tools are flawed. This blog exists because it seems reasonable to believe that the tools are good enough to do bootstrapping so that the flaws are smaller.
I’m going to write about some things which have helped me which may or may not be of use to you. I’ve worked on compassion—it’s tempting for me to believe that I’m the only defective person in the universe, and then try to fix myself. Coming in with that attitude is part of the problem, maybe even most of it. I’m better off to the extent that I can view my current state with a neutral or (much harder) benevolent attitude and work from there.
Also, it helped to realize that my current state has seven billion years of universe behind it. I can change for the better, but whatever is wrong isn’t some intrinsic personal defect, and it isn’t all my mother’s fault either.
Also, it helped to realize that my current state has seven billion years of universe behind it. I can change for the better, but whatever is wrong isn’t some intrinsic personal defect, and it isn’t all my mother’s fault either.
File under “warm-fuzzy pseudo-platitudes that don’t set off my thoroughly-trained self-dishonesty detector”; a near-empty category!
Everybody’s tools are flawed. This blog exists because it seems reasonable to believe that the tools are good enough to do bootstrapping so that the flaws are smaller.
I’m going to write about some things which have helped me which may or may not be of use to you. I’ve worked on compassion—it’s tempting for me to believe that I’m the only defective person in the universe, and then try to fix myself. Coming in with that attitude is part of the problem, maybe even most of it. I’m better off to the extent that I can view my current state with a neutral or (much harder) benevolent attitude and work from there.
Also, it helped to realize that my current state has seven billion years of universe behind it. I can change for the better, but whatever is wrong isn’t some intrinsic personal defect, and it isn’t all my mother’s fault either.
File under “warm-fuzzy pseudo-platitudes that don’t set off my thoroughly-trained self-dishonesty detector”; a near-empty category!