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TIM KREIDER

Tim Kreider is an essayist and cartoonist whose work has appeared in the New York Times, the Men’s Journal, The New Yorker’s Page-Turner blog, and Film Quarterly, among others. His most recent book is We Learn Nothing (2013), a collection of essays and cartoons. In this essay, which appeared in the New York Times on June 15, 2013, Kreider points out how recognizing the disparity between the way we view ourselves and the way others see us can be an unpleasant experience.

I Know What You Think of Me

Recently I received an e-mail that wasn’t meant for me, but was about me. I’d been cc’d by accident. This is one of the darker hazards of electronic communication, Reason No. 697 Why the Internet Is Bad — the dreadful consequence of hitting “reply all” instead of “reply” or “forward.” The context is that I had rented a herd of goats for reasons that aren’t relevant here and had sent out a mass e-mail with photographs of the goats attached to illustrate that a) I had goats, and b) it was good. Most of the responses I received expressed appropriate admiration and envy of my goats, but the message in question was intended not as a response to me but as an aside to some of the recipient’s co-workers, sighing over the kinds of expenditures on which I was frittering away my uncomfortable income. The word “oof” was used.

I’ve often thought that the single most devastating cyberattack a diabolical and anarchic mind could design would not be on the military or financial sector but simply to simultaneously make every e-mail and text ever sent universally public. It would be like suddenly subtracting the strong nuclear force from the universe; the fabric of society would instantly evaporate, every marriage, friendship and business partnership dissolved. Civilization, which is held together by a fragile web of tactful phrasing, polite omissions and white lies, would collapse in an apocalypse of bitter recriminations and weeping, breakups and fistfights, divorces and bankruptcies, scandals and resignations, blood feuds, litigation, wholesale slaughter in the streets and lingering ill will.

This particular e-mail was, in itself, no big deal. Tone is notoriously easy to misinterpret over e-mail, and my friend’s message could have easily been read as affectionate head shaking rather than a contemptuous eye roll. It’s frankly hard to parse the word “oof” in this context. And let’s be honest — I am terrible with money, but I’ve always liked to think of this as an endearing foible. What was surprisingly wounding wasn’t that the e-mail was insulting but simply that it was unsympathetic. Hearing other people’s uncensored opinions of you is an unpleasant reminder that you’re just another person in the world, and everyone else does not always view you in the forgiving light that you hope they do, making all allowances, always on your side. There’s something existentially alarming about finding out how little room we occupy, and how little allegiance we command, in other people’s heads.

This experience is not a novelty of the information age; it’s always been available to us by the accident of overhearing a conversation at the wrong moment. I’ve written essays about friends that I felt were generous and empathetic, which they experienced as devastating. I’ve also been written about, in ways I could find no fault with but that were nonetheless excruciating for me to read. It is simply not pleasant to be objectively observed — it’s like seeing a candid photo of yourself online, not smiling or posing, but simply looking the way you apparently always do, oblivious and mush-faced with your mouth open. It’s proof that we are visible to others, that we are seen, in all our naked silliness and stupidity.

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5 Needless to say, this makes us embarrassed and angry and damn our betrayers as vicious two-faced hypocrites. Which, in fact, we all are. We all make fun of one another behind one another’s backs, even the people we love. Of course we do — they’re ridiculous. Anyone worth knowing is inevitably also going to be exasperating: making the same obvious mistakes over and over, dating imbeciles, endlessly relapsing into their dumb addictions and self-defeating habits, blind to their own hilarious flaws and blatant contradictions and fiercely devoted to whatever keeps them miserable. (And those few people about whom there is nothing ridiculous are by far the most preposterous of all.)

Although sometimes, let’s just admit, we’re simply being mean. A friend of mine described the time in high school when someone walked up behind her while she was saying something clever at that person’s expense as the worst feeling she had ever had — and not just because of the hurt she’d inflicted on someone else but because of what it forced her to see about herself. That she made fun of people all the time, people who didn’t deserve it, who were beneath her in the social hierarchy, just to ingratiate herself or make herself seem funny or cool.

Another friend once shared with me one of the aphorisms of 12-step recovery programs: “What other people think of you is none of your business.” Like a lot of wisdom, this sounds at first suspiciously similar to idiotic nonsense; obviously what other people think of you is your business, it’s your main job in life to try to control it, to do tireless P.R. and spin control for yourself. Every woman who ever went out with you must pine for you forever. Those who rejected you must regret it. You must be loved, respected — above all, taken seriously! They who mocked you will rue the day! The problem is that this is insane — the psychology of dictators who regard all dissent as treason, and periodically order purges to ensure unquestioning loyalty. It’s no way to run a country.

THE operative fallacy here is that we believe that unconditional love means not seeing anything negative about someone, when it really means pretty much the opposite: loving someone despite their infuriating flaws and essential absurdity. “Do I want to be loved in spite of?” Donald Barthelme writes in his story “Rebecca” about a woman with green skin. “Do you? Does anyone? But aren’t we all, to some degree?”

We don’t give other people credit for the same interior complexity we take for granted in ourselves, the same capacity for holding contradictory feelings in balance, for complexly alloyed affections, for bottomless generosity of heart and petty, capricious malice. We can’t believe that anyone could be unkind to us and still be genuinely fond of us, although we do it all the time.

10 Years ago a friend of mine had a dream about a strange invention; a staircase you could descend deep underground, in which you heard recordings of all the things anyone had ever said about you, both good and bad. The catch was, you had to pass through all the worst things people had said before you could get to the highest compliments at the very bottom. There is no way I would ever make it more than two and a half steps down such a staircase, but I understand its terrible logic: if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.

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Topics for Critical Thinking and Writing

  1. Tim Kreider begins his essay with a story about receiving an e-mail not meant for him, but about him. Consider different forms of communication in the digital world: social media, texting, messaging, e-mails. How does technology make such mistakes more likely to occur?

  2. In paragraph 3, Kreider states, “Civilization, which is held together by a fragile web of tactful phrasing, polite omissions, and white lies, would collapse in an apocalypse.” Aside from the humorous exaggeration about the results, to what extent is Kreider right? Support your answer with specific details.

  3. Kreider states, “Hearing other people’s uncensored opinions of you is an unpleasant reminder that you’re just another person in this world” (para. 3). What does he mean by this? Consider how we form perceptions of ourselves. To what extent do our personal interactions with friends, family, coworkers, neighbors, and others shape perceptions of ourselves?

  4. Kreider says that being “objectively observed” is like “seeing a candid photo of yourself online” (para. 4). Is a photograph a good metaphor for being objectively observed, or are there problems with the metaphor? Why, or why not?

  5. Examine paragraph 5, in which Kreider writes that teasing is an act of affection. Do you agree with this interpretation, or do you regard teasing as a form of bullying? Is there a way to tell the difference? Support your response with specific details.

  6. In paragraph 7, Kreider argues that only a dictator would think that everyone must like him (or her) at all times. What does he mean by this as it applies to everyday life? Include specific examples in your response.

  7. Look at paragraph 8 for Kreider’s definition of unconditional love. Do you agree with what he’s saying? Why, or why not?

  8. Kreider says, “We don’t give other people credit for the same interior complexity we take for granted in ourselves” (para. 9). In your experience, is this true? Why, or why not?

  9. In his final paragraph, Kreider recounts a dream that his friend had about a staircase you could walk down, hearing everything bad anyone had ever said about you before then hearing everything good anyone had said about you. Would you go all the way to the bottom of the staircase and hear everything, both good and bad? Why, or why not?