Tuesday, November 9, 2010
The Allure of Delusion
But ... maybe the more delusional one is the more fun life becomes...
... or maybe not.
I have no problem day-dreaming, setting big goals, pretending and imagining, etc. But I cannot seem to delude myself into believing things about me that aren't true. I suppose one could argue that positive thinking is in its own way a bit of delusion. During a long run, I might allow myself to imagine that I feel wonderful, I'm not tired in the least, I've never felt better, etc.. And the more I focus on that, the better I feel and the longer I run. However, I still remain convinced that I am not actually a world-class athlete just months away from breaking an Olympic record even if I tell myself I am so I get moving. I don't actually believe it. I guess I'm basically a realist.
I don't know. Somehow the people that I've talked to really seem to believe the line they sell. I see the allure of believing - really believing - their delusions: instant gratification. Why work hard at something when I can just pretend I did (and get away with it)?
Oh well. I suppose it's like everything else people do in their private lives... it's none of my business. And if I think it is, I'm delusional.