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Hindsight: Your New Favorite TV Show
You have gross details of your own life that make knowing the gross details of anyone else’s life unnecessary. But their lack of necessity doesn’t make them uninteresting. That’s why people watch reality television, read tabloids, and obsess on Instagram.
We need the filth of others’ lives to make our lives feel a bit better. Or We need the perfection of their lives to reinforce the shame we feel about our own. Or both.
As humans, we love being dicks, and we’re not always discriminatory about whether it’s towards other people or ourselves.
Usually, I am just a dick towards myself. Which is why I like hindsight.
In my life without alcohol, hindsight has been an excellent tool for me to grow from. From reflecting on my own life, I know who I don’t want to be. Me.
Sometimes, a memory comes up that is so cringe-worthy and shame-filling it takes the energy of the entire day out of me. On rare occasions, I also get a memory that brings me some joy. But, the type of memory is according to what my ego wants.
And my ego loves to be a dick to me.
Instead of watching reality television or reading tabloids, me and my ego watch me in hindsight.