The Self Comes Out Of The Closet

I’ve been reading some Joan Didion lately and while I adore and marvel at  her writing ability, she doesn’t hold back any punches and you can sometimes feel like she has repeatedly nailed you in the kidneys.

Reading her now, I can’t believe how much of it slid past me as a younger woman. I was too riddled with illusions to really ‘get’ much of her writing. I think for maybe even a decade I must have been in a foggy haze of self-sacrifice for relationships which I see clearly now was not in anyone’s best interests.

I smile a little wryly when I read her now, and in fact, I’ve posted an excerpt of her writing up in my closet to remind me, daily, of a new habit: Self-respect. It can really be a bothersome thing to those who’ve had the luxury of knowing me without it, but it has to be cultivated and not a moment too soon. In her essay from her book ‘Slouching Towards Bethlehem’, she wrote eloquently, if not mercilessly, on self-respect:

To have that sense of one’s intrinsic worth which constitutes self-respect is potentially to have everything: the ability to discriminate, to love and to remain indifferent. To lack it is to be locked within oneself, paradoxically incapable of either love or indifference. If we do not respect ourselves, we are on the one hand forced to despise those who have so few resources as to consort with us, so little perception as to remain blind to our fatal weaknesses. On the other, we are peculiarly in thrall to everyone we see, curiously determined to live out — since our self-image is untenable — their false notion of us. We flatter ourselves by thinking this compulsion to please others an attractive trait: a gist for imaginative empathy, evidence of our willingness to give. Of course I will play Francesca to your Paolo, Helen Keller to anyone’s Annie Sullivan; no expectation is too misplaced, no role too ludicrous. At the mercy of those we cannot but hold in contempt, we play roles doomed to failure before they are begun, each defeat generating fresh despair at the urgency of divining and meeting the next demand made upon us.

See what I mean about the kidney punching? In the healthiest way of course. Admitting your ego is a compulsive Liza Minelli-type that feverishly squints out into the dark theatre to see if there is an approving face is not easy but it is required as we get older. According to Didion, the ‘alienation from self’ in its ‘advanced stages, we no longer answer the telephone, because someone might want something; that we could say no without drowning in self-reproach is an idea alien to this game.’

Ever avoided an email? A phone call? An ex? Alienation from self. In my case of alienation from my self, I would lie awake for hours next to the one I supposedly loved, unable to let go of the false self and simply collapse into my snoring, teeth-grinding, pillow drooling sleepy real self. I’m so thrilled to be over all of that.

Though, I still have my moments, which is why I’ve put up a sizable chunk of the text from her essay in my closet in case as I get dressed I do so through someone else’s eyes. As Didion warns, if we lose our self-respect, we are in grave danger of running away to find ourselves only to find “no one at home”. Liking your ‘home’ doesn’t happen overnight but inch by sometimes white-knuckled inch you can begin to make your life really your own.

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4 responses to “The Self Comes Out Of The Closet

  1. Lovely blog. Self-esteem is such a graudual thing. I think as I’ve gotten older, the more I realise that this is who I am, and I don’t need the approval of this person or that person. That said, I still wish that people would like my work! LOL 🙂

    I would comment that I think that Joan Rivers might make a better example of someone in constant need of approval (as she herself freely admits in interviews and her amazing documentary). Liza seems more of a creature of the theatre, the last of the vaudeville greats. Maybe it’s just how I choose to see her, but I like to think of her as a legend who knows and appreciates her audience.

    • Hi Hamish–thanks so much for your comment. I agree with your view of Liza, I agree and adore her to bits but in regular life that sense of caring so deeply about your audience may not be as appropriate as it is well, when you are THE iconic Liza. As in, I’m not Liza so need to think less about my ‘audience’ and more about how I feel. Hope that makes sense. And I loved Joan’s documentary!!

  2. league89

    Thanks for the reminder. Coming from a 23-year-old who is still grasping just bits and pieces of this thing called life, it is an excellent thing to find encouragement in self-respect and esteem from a fellow writer. One who is willing to vulnerably speak truth from her own needs and experiences.

    • What a lovely comment. Thank you for writing and reading and keep on writing, no matter what grinds you down, no matter what your ‘day’ job is, never stop mining your soul for words and sharing them. The world needs storytellers.

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