I don’t know how many of you would consider yourself, like me, analytical to the point of being highly critical of yourself and others. I read an interesting thing on Salon.com last week where someone compared this criticalness to emotional anorexia –”There is something quite emotionally anorexic about this inner critic experience, if you think about it … the limitations imposed and the managing aspect of it and its menacing power over allowing oneself freedom … not only from suffering but from imposing needless constraints in our creative experience.” I know the context of the comment in the article is slightly different, but I think this “critic” mentality is the same and can apply here too. I’m wondering what your thoughts are on this debate.
From a conversation I had recently with Himay, I’d say a lot of the blame for this critical thinking comes from my academic environment growing up. I was in the gifted, honors and AP classes and there was a LOT of competition. Everything I participated in was merit-based: grades and class rank, my “promotions” in newspaper class, my Academic Decathlon competitions, what “chair” I sat in band, etc.
While I think I’ve worked out a great deal of this criticalness (word?) in my personal life (for myself and the people I care about), every analytical neuron in my brain starts firing when I go to work. In my defense, I am truly most critical of myself. (Of course, the person who came up with the “emotional anorexia” comment found it deplorable to use this as a defense.) However, I think the bigger problem is that I have so little tolerance for the shitty performance of my coworkers. I honestly believe they should be doing better in their jobs than they are- given plenty of training and one-on-one mentoring. (BTW, how they perform directly reflects on me, as they are supposed to be following my lesson plans. So its not just that I have incompetency in my general vicinity.)
How do you feel about shitty coworkers? Are you able to make the good overshadow the bad in their performance (”she wants to do a good job”)? Am I emotionally anorexic when it comes to my coworkers? Should I try to “eat” more tolerance and understanding? I don’t really feel like it, but would love the perspective of other highly intelligent, possibly analytical folks who may or may not like their jobs well enough to do the best job they can.
**Ayn Rand would say, “Leave the incompetent to fend for themselves and start a new civilization in the heart of the Colorado rockies where only the smart and useful people can live together.” I think we can safely call that emotionally anorexic.
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I’m not sure how i feel about this emotional anorexic issue, but this strikes chords for me that involve depression and the motivation behind it.
I was talking to a friend of mine a long time ago and he was bummed. He was just having a hard time. Couldn’t get out of the rut, etc, etc…
I was impatient and pissed off that I couldn’t revel in my own depressive state at the time, so I told him that depression was just narcissism mixed with anger.
I explained that he was so angry that he don’t know what to do with it. He internalized it and then thought only about how that anger applied to him. And since he knows himself probably better than anyone else, his extremely analytical mind was ripping some shit up; but inside, so no one else could see it. Which, I haughtily pointed out, was actually what caused his depression.
I hated myself at the time for saying it. It wasn’t my place to criticize him for feeling the way he did. It wasn’t my role to run him down by saying it was all his fault. I should never have attacked, but instead defended him to himself.
But for some damn reason I did it anyway. My internal anger manifested in such a way as to hurt him. And I thought it did for a long time.
Years later we were out drinking on one of the rare occassions that I actually got to see him and he mentioned it.
He brought up casually something that I’d been hating myself for years about. Something I carried with me all that time, in those dark recesses of your mind that carry your long-term guilt.
I knew immediately what he was talking about.
I started to pour out this really elaborate apology about how selfish I was for saying it, and how I didn’t mean it and blah, blah, blah, but he stopped me.
He said “Josh, that was one of the best things you’ve ever said to me.”
And to this day I wonder how long I would have gone on carrying that around if we hadn’t have gone out drinking that night.
I’m not saying this is the same thing, and i’m not saying that i understand completely the question. I’m just saying this seems to be in the same neighborhood, if only one or two blocks over.