Тонкое искусство пофигизма
Chapter 6
Recentresearchhasonlyreinforcedthepainfullessonofthatera:ourbeliefsaremalleable,andourmemoriesarehorriblyunreliable.
There’salotofconventionalwisdomouttheretellingyouto“trustyourself,”to“gowithyourgut,”andallsortsofotherpleasant-soundingclichés.
Butperhapstheansweristotrustyourselfless.Afterall,ifourheartsandmindsaresounreliable,maybeweshouldbequestioningourownintentionsandmotivationsmore.Ifwe’reallwrong,allthetime,thenisn’tself-skepticismandtherigorouschallengingofourownbeliefsandassumptionstheonlylogicalroutetoprogress?
Thismaysoundscaryandself-destructive.Butit’sactuallyquitetheopposite.It’snotonlythesaferoption,butit’sliberatingaswell.
TheDangersofPureCertainty
Erinsitsacrossfrommeatthesushirestaurantandtriestoexplainwhyshedoesn’tbelieveindeath.It’sbeenalmostthreehours,andshe’seatenexactlyfourcucumberrollsanddrunkanentirebottleofsakebyherself.(Infact,she’sabouthalfwaythroughbottlenumbertwonow.)It’sfouro’clockonaTuesdayafternoon.
Ididn’tinviteherhere.ShefoundoutwhereIwasviatheInternetandflewouttocomefindme.
Again.
She’sdonethisbefore.Yousee,Erinisconvincedthatshecancuredeath,butshe’salsoconvincedthatsheneedsmyhelptodoit.Butnotmyhelpinlikeabusinesssense.IfshejustneededsomePRadviceorsomething,thatwouldbeonething.
