But if you’ve ever observed a heated debate whereby tempers are wildly absurd, one thing that becomes obvious is that one or both sides are unconsciously engaged in defending their supposed position (half believed opinion). The same holds true whenever our egoistically manufactured opinions of ourselves come under question (not even attack). And if we’re content to remain miserably reactive till the bitter end, we’ll justify our incessantly displeased temperament by saying: “The provocation was so sudden and unexpected: I was caught off my guard, I had not time to collect myself! It’s unfair! Tell me what I want to hear and I won’t become unhinged and I’ll let everyone get on without any drama!” When the true unconditioned self sees the utter absence of the societal psychobabble blarney, yes, when you see that there’s nothing wrong, you’re going to likely experience the most senselessly contrived contrast known to humankind. It’s humilitating to the egoistic charade, self-imagary of a nonexistent idea you witlessly wound into a loose cannon creation concocted from the chaos of being a kid, a temperamental teen, a court jester adult. It’s like saying: “Son of a bitch! This pensively unrelenting horror story I’ve both liked but more so loathed is a freaking joke! Hell! Whoever I thought I was isn’t and I was hoodwinked and, f**k fire, I’m waking up! Because the mind is so afraid of seeing that there is nothing wrong, it will think: “Oh God! If there’s nothing wrong then there’s no hope! Because if there’s nothing wrong than there’s no hope for me to make it right.” Humiliation hurts. LET IT.