What others call "self-loathing" I call instead "moral self-discipline".
It stops the excuses, the delusions, the self-licensing, and guards against narsasim.
I'd take what you call "self-loathing" a hundred times over the slightest risk of ever accidentally becoming like either my wife beating dad or like certain other men we all know about.
(My genetic dad: Not My namesake Mr Lombardi who is technically my stepdad and who is a good man.)
Letting go of that protection seems as stupid, to me, as not wearing a seatbelt on a motorway.
Yes, a crash might be unlikely,
But I would not risk it anyway!
I'd rather feed myself slowly into a slow-moving rusty wood chipper than become my evil genetic father!
So, I am not risking it.
I'd rather be unhappy than become a danger to others.
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