Looking at the past is like playing an old movie over and over again in your mind. You get a lot of the details wrong, sometimes the sequences of things wander away from logic, and all the motivations and reasons for things seem suspect. Why is that?
Why does our mind reshape our experience(s) to make our present self look great -- or even heroic? What is there about ego that needs such protection and building up?
There are a lot of "hero blogs" out there where people glorify themselves -- kind of like those awful family "Christmas letters" that still go out annually from some families. Kids in those families are consistently just short of winning the Nobel prize for something or other -- everyone is getting or has just gotten a huge promotion -- and that new baby has genius written all over the way she spits up after every meal.
What do we lie? Even to ourselves? What is there about the truth that is so frightening? What is there about normalcy that is so disappointing?
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