It occurs to me that prior to, and infused with, many years of hard drinking, I was also in a fairly deep and narrow hole of anxiety, wherein I couldn't recognize how anxious I was.
Anxiety is pernicious. But having it and not knowing that you have it is doubly pernicious. Because you run around in circles unaware of your own energy expenditure, unaware of your own frenetic pauses, the immediacy of every word, the pulse to respond, to vilify, to idolize, to redeem or find outrage.
Anyway, the only point is that we can, and very often are, in certain states of awareness that are not conducive to understanding how we're actually interacting with and consuming the world around us.
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