Self-hatred Is Insidious

It’s in the clothes I buy, in the car I drive, in the place I live, and in every glance I make to every stranger. I am looking for approval. I’m quietly screaming to them, “Please tell me I impress you!”

Every conversation I have reverts to this thought in my head, “I need them to like me.” I stop listening to them and pick out key words relevant to me. Oh, they’re going to Colombia? I will interject and tell them I’ve been to Colombia. I will shift the conversation to me. Only recently did I discover this constant need for approval is because I give myself none.

My obsession with others’ relationship to me is deafening. I am always trying to figure people out. I tell myself stories about them and either fantasize about how I can get them to like me or I villainize them in order to explain why they don’t. There is this constant obsession with my relationship to them and it is almost entirely fictional.

I teach dharma practice in recovery and I have been doing it for a while, though stumbling. It’s only recently I’ve found a teacher for myself. I relied on podcasts, books, Tricycle articles, etc. to keep me knowledgeable. I thought if I consumed enough reflection on the dharma, it would eventually sink in. I’m finding this method has only intellectualized the dharma. I know it in concept but not in my heart. It hasn’t sunk in. I had a barrier where it could not soak through.

This barrier, as it turns out, is self-hatred. I use the dharma as a weapon. I learn the lists in Buddhism and then fire them at people in the same manner as any interaction: Look at how smart I am… and then please like me. I knew when I started metta practice that the tried and true approach is to start with yourself and work outward. When I came into practice, I tried this and felt nothing. After a few weeks or months I got the bright idea that I can reverse it: If I start outward, it will eventually come inward. It’s been eight years of me doing this and only last week did it sink in that this is not the way.

Without a positive and healthy relationship with myself, there can be no healthy relationship with others. That relationship with others is always flawed for me because it always traces back to desperately wanting validation from them. There’s no unity. There’s no balance. It’s a narcissistic-adjacent quality where I surrender to the pattern “Please like me because I don’t like myself.”

I’ve had this breakthrough now. I’ve started inward-out metta practice. I’ve cried A LOT in the past few days. I’ve deepened my practice to focus on metta for myself. While the hatred is there, there is some sunlight breaking through. I am feeling motivated to change my life for me and not for others. I’m developing new habits to not constantly distract myself from this hatred. And I really hope this works. I’m halfway through life (if I’m lucky) and I need to start doing things to cultivate my inner well-being and then give it away.

These Brahmaviharas are known as the Four Immeasurables for a reason: They are deep, they are limitless, and once attained, they can be given without the fear of losing it yourself. They are not a transaction. They are not currency. They are a flowing river. No matter where you point your finger at the stream, there will be more upstream and more downstream. This is my underlying misunderstanding of love. I was taught it was merit-based and transactional. I’ll give you two acts of love for your two acts of love. It’s a game with a scorecard where all parties lose. This misunderstanding was instantly blown up in the last week when a teacher said, “You deserve unconditional love.” What, me? No. Not me. We were in Noble Silence so I could not react. I went for a walk and that phrase kept repeating in my head until the breakthrough. Yes, I do, and I will never give unconditional love until I have it for myself. This is the teaching that took me 8 years to receive and I’m so grateful for it. This love is still in gestation but I feel it growing. There are rewards emerging as well: presence, confidence, and purpose. I wish to cultivate this further and then spread it downstream.

Where did the joy go?

I used to write a lot back in my 20’s. It was a lot of fun to research a topic exhaustively and then write about it. I loved college for that reason, which is probably why I wanted to stay in it as long as I did. There was a great satisfaction of scouring the library and online journals for material, speed reading and bookmarking along the way, and then presenting a new thought from pulling together so many other people’s former contributions. While I never got published or really received any notoriety, I loved the effort of trying to build the next thought from previous thoughts.

I’ve tried starting this blog 3 times now. I’ve actually bought and let the domain run out twice. I sit down to write and by the time I get everything settled, my brain wants to move onto something else. I’ll be taking a walk, think of something great to write on, rush home to start typing, only to lose interest in a few minutes. I hope this sounds familiar to others. What happened to that entrepenurial spirit I had 20 years ago? Well, I’m starting to realize where it went, and the answer will not surprise anyone.

I feel like I’ve been robbed.

I was listening to the most recent Making Sense podcast episode with Lloyd Blankfein, and in a section where they’re talking about social media and the attention economy, Lloyd kept bringing it back to personal agency. To him, it doesn’t seem to matter if there are billions of dollars behind algorithms trying to hack your brain: you still have free will to choose otherwise. While I don’t personally understand or believe free will exists, I do think that we need nudges like that to create a call to arms to actually change our behavior.

Over the past several weeks I’ve noticed my attention bottom out. I could barely stay focused on a thirty minute call at work. I would find myself scrolling Instagram, half listening to the conversation, and not even looking up at my monitor. This went on for a few weeks before I noticed I had no idea what we were working on at work nor did I have any clue what I should be doing. It was like running out of gas on the highway and letting the car coast as if that’s ever going to get me where I’m going.

Get it back

I will be coy with my thoughts around the current tech industry’s latest product for now and simply state that I don’t think my industry will exist for much longer, at least in a recognizable state of employed numbers or pay grades. I realize this and I am trying to hedge my bets. For this reason, I need to eliminate excuses, and I think not contributing at work is a great excuse to fire someone. For the purpose of job-preservation an