I contradict myself

On Monday afternoon I interviewed about 8 people for positions in finance.  In between interviews, I hurriedly opened Katrina Kenison‘s Mitten Strings for God and devoured a few pages.

Last summer I drove down to New York for an event that Aidan hosted with Dani Shapiro.  As I drove, I listened to Mary Oliver reading her poems (At Blackwater Pond – highly recommended) and intermittently switched over to listen to Top 40.  This mirrored my summer reading list, which was conspicuously short: I read almost everything in Mary Oliver’s oeuvre (many for the second time) and also didn’t miss an issue of US Weekly.

I have many photographs of wine glasses juxtaposed with sippy cups or crayons scattered across a desk with my work computer.

My bag contains separate two stacks of cards: one for my profession, one for my writing.

I often toggle back and forth between an Excel spreadsheet and a Word document.

More than once I’ve run home from a yoga class, showered and pulled my wet hair into a ponytail before sliding into heels and a suit and rushing to a meeting in a downtown high-rise.

These are just the kinds of incongruities that exist in every single day of my life.  And these reflect, I am realizing, the contradictions that live in every cell of my body.  Even more than that – these contradictions animate who I am.

I’ve spent so much energy on angst about these things: how is it that I can devotedly shop at only farmers’ markets in the summer months but also down lots of Diet Coke a day?  What does it mean that I give time and money to one of the causes that means the most to me, homelessness, but also own more than a couple of pairs of Jimmy Choos and Manolo Blahniks?  How did I, an at-least-borderline-introvert, end up in a career where I spend most of my day interacting with people?  Why is it that someone as incredibly sensitive as me, who assumes every single thing is a personal comment on my own inadequacies, is often told she comes across as aloof, even a b%t#h?

Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.)
Walt Whitman, “Song of Myself”

Of course there are lines we ought not cross.  There are ways in which one part of our lives can violate important tenets of others, or choices we can make that conflict with our essential values.  I’m not endorsing this.  But beyond these, I’m increasingly convinced that some contradiction is part of almost every person.  The challenge as I see it is to walk the fine line between acknowledging our inherent variety (and the occasional tension it produces) and recognizing when the friction between the various pieces represents that something is awry.

I remember a friend of my parents’ saying once, years ago, that she was suspicious of people who were, as she put it, “smooth like an egg.”  There’s something to this, I think.  Any time I have really gotten to know someone I’ve witnessed incongruities and things I did not expect.  None of us is as simple as most of the world would like to imagine: that is what makes people so fascinating, so tender and so terrible, so human.

My magazine list represents my multi-faceted interests; you could ascribe this list of titles to someone who has no idea what she wants, or you could simply say they reflect a kaleidoscope of a person.  Even in my “about me” page on this blog I instinctively described myself in terms of some of my seemingly opposed traits: “I am strong (I delivered both of my children without any pain medication) and I am weak (I get really sick at least 3 or 4 times a year). I cry every day, possibly more than I laugh (and I want to change this ratio).  I grew up moving around every five years, which has left me with a contradictory combination of restlessness and a deep craving for stability. I’ve been to most of the countries in Europe and only about ten states.”

As long as we do not make choices that oppose essential values, I think this kind of complexity is both entertaining and captivating.  The fact that we do not, any of us, fit into the narrow categories that the world would seek to cram us into is the source of our very humanity. As long as all of these facets are authentically felt, they are not inconsistent; they are real.

Sure, there is friction, because the world is more difficult to order and understand when people are always overflowing out of their compartments and subverting the black-and-white definitions others would like to impose on them.  But it makes the terrain of the world so endlessly transfixing and the stuff of art.  And I don’t want to live in a world where every single week doesn’t contain both wine and sippy cups, poetry and Hollywood magazines, and sneakers and high heels.

Very well then, I contradict myself.

(a repost from September 2010, on a topic that is still very germane for me.  I increasingly believe that each of us contains within us a myriad number of unresolvable paradoxes, and, furthermore, that people who don’t are misrepresenting themselves, probably unconsciously.)

16 thoughts on “I contradict myself”

  1. I think it’s the quirks and contradictions that make people interesting… We all have them but I love the way you dissect them in this piece. You have a lot to offer the world this dialectic seems to impel you forward to explore your world in a restless way. Keep doing what you are doing.

  2. As I think you know, I so relate to this. In most moments of most days, I am keenly aware of the contradictions that inhere in who I am and who I’m becoming. I have learned to celebrate these contradictions – even if they often confuse me. And I agree with your parents’ wise friend; I am sincerely suspicious of those who appear to be totally consistent in their persons and their preferences…

  3. Of course, there should be no surprise by how much I can relate to this. On some level I think this is the very thing that makes us human, our ability to keep both ourselves and others guessing. Our ability to be completely inward, and yet so incredibly external at the same time. Like you, I have often found myself feeling like people don’t really know me, realizing that I’m so often playing a part. I’m tremendously extroverted, and comfortable in social situations and yet so deeply affected by internal insecurities that I consider myself often paralyzed. It’s a hard way to live, but I think it’s the only way I know how.

  4. I think we are all full of contradictions, as you say – and they make us richer, deeper, more interesting people. (And more fun!) I wouldn’t want to live in a uniform, non-contradictory world, either.

  5. It’s our contradictions that make us interesting. I love to be surprised by people. I too am a bundle of my own contradictions — I was once the career counselor who had no idea what she wanted to do with her life, and this drove me bonkers.

  6. This makes me smile – I am a headhunter, I firmly believe, because while I’ve never found work I truly love, I want to at least help others find it. xox

  7. What good timing! Rob and I are in Miami (work trip for him). Yesterday, I spent the morning devouring Diane Ravitch’s latest book, The Death and Life of the Great American School System frantically underlining and taking notes as I am organizing a year long study at our church into the plight of public school education in the US. And then I became absolutely giddy when I realized our lunch spot was only a block away from Dash- the Kardashian’s Miami store. And yes we walked over and yes I have a picture! Go figure!

  8. Love it!
    If we did not “contradict” ourselves sometimes, I think we would live rather boring lives. And having multi-faceted interests makes us interesting.

  9. I’m glad you reposted this! Agree that it is those contradictions—those different pieces—that make us whole & make us real. Interestingly, only a select few in our inner circle get to see all these sides of us; maybe we all look “smooth” on the surface.

  10. I think anyone who is 100% one way is usually someone I can’t stand. You know the kind–and they come off very preachy. You summed it up best here:
    “As long as we do not make choices that oppose essential values, I think this kind of complexity is both entertaining and captivating.”

    GREAT POST!

  11. You raise such an interesting point, in a way I haven’t considered. The duality and paradox of life–plain and complex, the light and the dark. This helps me accept(instead of rail against) the endless contradictions which reside, bubble and spill over within me.

  12. I adore this Whitman line (I might have commented as much on the first go-round) and I, too, adore the contradictions. On those rare days where I accept and even revel in those posts of myself that seem to come from opposite ends of the spectrum I feel happiest–whole and full and rich and complex. The goal is to make that the everyday, as well as to see and appreciate the complexity of others. Love this post.

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