I have done it before. The trick is to keep ignoring that inner voice that says what I am doing is wrong. If I do it enough that voice gets weaker and weaker.
For instance, when I was younger I would exaggerate things to make myself look better. As time went on I got to a point where I was telling outright lies about myself. Eventually I started believing some of those things myself. Even today I sometimes catch myself starting to tell some old fable and realize what I am saying is not true.
Doing better these days with this ( do you believe that?
). Not making up new stories but it can be humiliating to admit to those close to me that something I have been saying for years is not true.
Of course there are other ways to turn off my conscience but this is not the place to confess all my faults.
Then there are folks on both ends of the spectrum. Some are sociopaths and seem to have no conscience at all. I do my best to love those people from a safe distance.
Others struggle with things that maybe we shouldn't. Take homeless people for instance. I can't help out every person that is struggling. It is really tough but I have to pick and choose. I beat myself up for it when I know intellectually that I shouldn't. Don't even know if that is my conscience or just a nagging voice of accusation that I need to tell to shut up.
So there you have it and NO I don't feel guilty for hating tuna noodle casserole.
For instance, when I was younger I would exaggerate things to make myself look better. As time went on I got to a point where I was telling outright lies about myself. Eventually I started believing some of those things myself. Even today I sometimes catch myself starting to tell some old fable and realize what I am saying is not true.
Doing better these days with this ( do you believe that?
Of course there are other ways to turn off my conscience but this is not the place to confess all my faults.

Then there are folks on both ends of the spectrum. Some are sociopaths and seem to have no conscience at all. I do my best to love those people from a safe distance.
Others struggle with things that maybe we shouldn't. Take homeless people for instance. I can't help out every person that is struggling. It is really tough but I have to pick and choose. I beat myself up for it when I know intellectually that I shouldn't. Don't even know if that is my conscience or just a nagging voice of accusation that I need to tell to shut up.
So there you have it and NO I don't feel guilty for hating tuna noodle casserole.
