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A flawed human being
Dec. 6th, 2009 09:42 amFor some reason, the inherent drama of human desire just hit me in the head.
Think about it: you're a flawed human being, you *know* how flawed you are, and the more someone gets to know you, the more aware of this they'll be.
Yet on the other hand, so is every other human being on the planet, and anyone you're likely to ever want to be close to, will have the same dilemna in revealing themselg to you.
Even looked at from a game theory perspective, it seems 'juicy'. Every player is motivated to minimize their own inadaquacy, yet maximize their emotional security.
The obvious minimax solution is anything but obvious. To be most secure, one must be able to be completely vulnerable- to a responsible partner.
And yet finding/making a responsible partner or set of partners, it *itself* a dangerous project.
No one can be expected to get it right the first time, or first 100 times. And as mistakes pile up, they become disincentive to keep trying.
The scientist in me wants to map this stuff out and chart some kind of course that's least damaging. The poet in me wants to celebrate the drama of this setup. What would it be like to do both?
Think about it: you're a flawed human being, you *know* how flawed you are, and the more someone gets to know you, the more aware of this they'll be.
Yet on the other hand, so is every other human being on the planet, and anyone you're likely to ever want to be close to, will have the same dilemna in revealing themselg to you.
Even looked at from a game theory perspective, it seems 'juicy'. Every player is motivated to minimize their own inadaquacy, yet maximize their emotional security.
The obvious minimax solution is anything but obvious. To be most secure, one must be able to be completely vulnerable- to a responsible partner.
And yet finding/making a responsible partner or set of partners, it *itself* a dangerous project.
No one can be expected to get it right the first time, or first 100 times. And as mistakes pile up, they become disincentive to keep trying.
The scientist in me wants to map this stuff out and chart some kind of course that's least damaging. The poet in me wants to celebrate the drama of this setup. What would it be like to do both?
