{"id":1522,"date":"2019-01-17T14:01:28","date_gmt":"2019-01-17T22:01:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mydiabeticsoul.com\/?p=1522"},"modified":"2019-01-17T14:01:28","modified_gmt":"2019-01-17T22:01:28","slug":"obsessive-comparison-disorder-by-madeleine-kando","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/mydiabeticsoul.com\/?p=1522","title":{"rendered":"Obsessive Comparison Disorder by Madeleine Kando"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n
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The eye doctor looked at my chart, then looked at me. My right eye was bloodshot, red as red can be. Like a vampire\u2019s eyes. She placed the chart on the desk and said:\u00a0\u2018Your chart says that you are 75, is that true?\u2019\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018Of course not\u2019\u00a0<\/em>I was tempted to reply.\u00a0\u2018I only wrote that so I would get preferential treatment. People give up their seat in the waiting room, open doors for you and don\u2019t strike up annoying conversations, thinking that you are gaga anyway.\u2019\u00a0<\/em>Instead, I said:\u00a0\u2018Yes I am 75\u2019.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018You look great for your age\u2019<\/em>\u00a0the doctor said, as she told me to put my chin on the chinrest and peered into my bloodshot eye through the retinal camera. As I was trying to avoid eye contact with someone whose face is a few inches away, I wondered if she looked good for her age. I had no access to\u00a0her\u00a0<\/em>chart, but if she was 50, she looked terrific; if she was 40, she wasn\u2019t too bad looking, but if she was 35, she looked downright awful.<\/p>\n

I wondered on what facts she based her statement about my looks. How is one supposed to look at my age? She was a pediatric doctor to whom I had been assigned on an emergency basis, so her judgment could not be based on comparing me with her other patients, who ranged between 2 and 7 year olds.<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t let it go. Sitting in my car after the appointment, I googled:\u00a0\u2018How is one supposed to look at 75\u2019<\/em>. Did you notice that Google never admits to not having an answer to anything? It didn\u2019t say:\u00a0\u2018Sorry Madeleine, I do not know what a woman is supposed to look like at age 75\u2019<\/em>. Instead, it offered me numerous images of wrinkled, grey haired faces – faces of women I didn\u2019t want to look like at any age.<\/p>\n

My usually chaotic mind led me down a stream of consciousness path, and I started to wonder if we could know anything about anything without comparisons. How do I know I am a human? Without other humans around, I could be a cat walking on its hind legs, or a worm with 4 appendages. Would I know I am alive without all the dead people buried in the cemeteries? Ok, so I admit that comparisons serve a useful purpose. Without it, the world would be one big bowl of blended pea soup.<\/p>\n

But you see, we have come to a point in our evolution where comparisons are running amuck. We, as a species, suffer from what some have dubbed \u2018Obsessive Comparison Disorder\u2019 (OCD), especially Millennials. It must be exhausting to have to adjust your self-image, not knowing who your are without a day to day, hour by hour, minute by minute comparison to your peers via Facebook and Instagram.<\/p>\n

There was a moment in our evolutionary history called the\u00a0\u2018Ediacaran period\u2019<\/a>\u00a0(about 635 million years ago), when living beings spent their blissful lives as stationary and motionless creatures, anchored to the ocean floor. All they had to do was gently sway in the current, wait for something edible to float by and feed on it. They peacefully minded their own business, ignoring other stationary creatures, in a Zen like trance. Scientists actually call this evolutionary period \u2018the secret Garden of Ediacara\u2019<\/a>. Comparing themselves to other Ediacarans was the furthest thing from their minds.<\/p>\n

As professor of philosophy and deep sea diver Peter Godfrey-Smith explains in his book\u00a0Other Minds: the Octopus, the Sea, and the Deep Origins of Consciousness:<\/a>\u00a0\u2018Ediacarans\u2019 lives seem not to have been lives of conflict and complicated interactions. It was a garden of relatively self-contained and self-possessed beings. Macarons that pass in the night.\u2019\u00a0<\/em>But good things never last, so after this heavenly period in the distant past of life on earth, nature came up with the bright idea of giving living beings the ability to move about. That was the beginning of our troubles. Once you go down that path, you are bound to meet other things that move and if you don\u2019t want to end up as someone else\u2019s lunch, you have to equip yourself with all sorts of claws, pincers and poisonous stingers.<\/p>\n

You have to develop a tail and fins so you can flee and a nervous system that can process and react to what\u2019s out there, and the whole dance starts to revolve around the relationship between you and the world. Gone are the good old Ediacaran days of navel staring, when all you needed to worry about was find a nice spot on the ocean floor and anchor yourself there for the rest of your life.<\/p>\n

But even that wasn\u2019t enough for busy mother nature. She insisted that some living beings, at a critical point in their evolution, should become self-aware. Once we were able to anticipate other creatures\u2019 (usually evil) intentions, to read their mind so to speak,\u00a0we turned this ability around and employed it to our own mind<\/a>. Self-awareness was born.<\/p>\n

Self-awareness is usually viewed as a positive trait, but why do we need to know that we know, instead of just knowing? Isn\u2019t it enough to feel, without feeling about the fact that we are feeling? Did it give us an evolutionary advantage? Does my cat Emmy, know that she knows? She certainly knows a lot, but I don\u2019t know if she bothers knowing that she knows. It does not serve any purpose in her life.<\/p>\n

So, considering the current downsides to self-awareness, awareness of how much better off your peers are, how good or terrible you look for a 75 year old, our ability for self-awareness might be more harmful than beneficial.<\/p>\n

I read that Obsessive Comparison Disorder diminishes with age. Soon, there will only be centenarians I can be compared to, and eventually I will be dead. That will be the end of my comparison troubles. Although, someone is bound to visit me in my coffin and say:\u00a0\u2018She really looks good for a corpse\u2019.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
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