As insane as it may sound, most bad singers don't know that they sing badly. Again, if you've ever been to karaoke, you absolutely know this to be true. You may even have a friend who has deluded themselves into thinking that when they bust out "Cat's In The Cradle" on stage, it doesn't actually sound like three cat's in the blender. For those who haven't been to karaoke night, watch any singing-based talent show. American Idol made its mark by spending a few episodes every season mercilessly mocking the tone-deaf and musically unstable. These people aren't donkey-brained gluttons for punishment; they seriously don't understand what they're doing.

If singing isn't your bag, look at the world of writing. When this internet thing finally caught on, the world of the professional writer exploded. I would assume that there are easily tens of thousands of people writing for money today who could not have done so without online publishing being a thing, and who otherwise would have all been selling oranges on the freeway off-ramp alongside me. So probably all of these writers assume they're awesome. How awesome? Maybe even as awesome as me.

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I've been writing since I was in grade school -- I used to write short stories all the time. In high school, I wrote really preposterous and vulgar noir detective stories featuring my friends as characters, and everyone thought they were funny because I'm super-likable and charming and not desperately sad and in need of validation. Like the karaoke singers, I was bolstered by the support of my friends, who made me believe I was really good, probably as part of a master plan to make me shut up. And of course, as it turned out, I am good enough to do this for a living now. Look at you, reading my work. You just proved me right. But am I as good as I think I am? I have an entire finished novel on my hard drive that an ever-growing number of people in the world of publishing have turned down that suggests maybe I'm OK, but not some kind of Walt Whitman / Chuck Palahniuk writing-Voltron. After all, it's hard to objectively look at yourself and think, "Yeah, I'm pretty average. Go team!"

When you do something you enjoy and think you do it well, it's very hard to wrap your head around the idea that you kind of suck scrote. It's an insult to you if someone points it out. If they happen to, they're the scrote-suckers. Look at them there, faces full of wrinkly scrote meat. Assholes.

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Of course, this isn't to say that you need to stop singing or writing if you're not as good as you think you are. Hell, you can probably only get better. But it does make you wonder about your own objectivity.

Serial killer Richard Ramirez actually got married in jail, while others like Ted Bundy, Jeffery Dahmer, and Charles Manson routinely received love letters from scores of women. They actually have a name for this. It's called hybristophilia -- the attraction to someone who has committed an outrage. Fucked up, right? How common is it? There are dating sites exclusively for hooking up with people still in jail. Sites! Plural! Jail! Boners!

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While serial killers are an extreme example and we can probably assume that these people may be suffering some kind of mental illness, you see variations on it all the time. How often have you heard someone describe the maniac next door on the news as a quiet guy who kept to himself? How often do we have to dig into the background of someone who did something terrible to try to find a way to humanize them? There are people defending Milo Yoppapopolos, who spoke out in defense of young teens having sexual relationships with men, by saying he was abused. Yeah, well, so? So were lots of people who don't think horrible, s****y s**t turd things.

Some marginally talented half-sack-of-suck like Chris Brown gets in the news for beating Rihanna to hell and back, and he has women on Twitter sending him messages about how they love him and making jokes about how he could beat them any time. He's back in the news again for threatening to kill his current girlfriend. Mel Gibson wind-sprinted down the list of insane racist s**t you can leave on your ex's voicemail and managed to hit pretty much every one on the list, and he's rumored to be in line to direct the sequel to Oscar-winning cinematic buttloaf Suicide Squad. It's almost human nature to want to turn a blind eye to bad things about people, because we have to deal with them somehow. And it's just easier to not worry about bad things, or to get it into your head that you can scrape away the bad and find the good within by fixing them.

In the recent American election, we had two major sides represented. On one hand were the people who believed Donald Trump was the apricot antichrist who would tell you how cold a room was even after you set him on fire, and that Hillary Clinton was America's Obi-Wan. On the other hand were the people who are pretty sure Hillary Clinton has hooves, makes child prostitutes eat pizza, and maybe once sold all of America to a Filipino fisherman in exchange for some shiny rocks, while Donald Trump's honesty and integrity would lead us into a new era of power ties. But who was right?

I dropped out of poli sci in college after a month, so I'm pretty sure I understand the political process. And my observations have led me to believe that both sides were more deluded than your dog thinking you're BBQing those T-bones just for him. And the politics don't even matter, which is the sad and terrifying part. (Saddifying? Sure.) It's that we will go to the ends of the Earth to support not necessarily the person who has the qualifications and convictions we believe in, but the person who opposes the one we don't. Did most people who voted Trump vote for him, or against Hillary? Is an election about making your country better or just metaphorically ass-blasting everyone you think is dumb?

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A voter, especially one with a handful of bugs up their ass about this or that, would probably vote for a crate of PCP-addled beavers, regardless of what platform they were running on, if it meant that the person they didn't like wouldn't get in. Who gives a s**t what anyone will do? It's all about making sure someone won't win and won't have power. Because if they win, you lose. This is exactly how people react when an election is over. People cheer and say "We won!" like a dad claiming "We're pregnant" when we all know full well he's not the one going into labor in a few months.

The only thing people can agree on in American politics right now is that Jill Stein sure got a sweet payday when she raised millions of dollars online that she then simply kept for no reason. But beyond that, most people (not all, I get that) just refuse to see the faults on their side of the fence, thanks to how much they hate the other side of the fence. And the worst part about that is both sides have us equally getting fucked over by the people on top who just watch the rest of us squabble while they do whatever they want, like sit on the sofa without shoes or eat KFC for breakfast.

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It's not the other person's infidelity that makes us so blind to a bad relationship; it's our own insecurity. Of course someone else could be unfaithful. That's not an issue. But how could someone be unfaithful to me? This s**t happens to other people, not to me. It's almost a perversion of that issue of being blind to your own lack of singing skills -- you feel like it reflects poorly on you, you don't understand how you could possibly be f*****g this up, you don't want to hear it. And of course in this case it's not you, and your friends will always tell you that. But even the most confident amongst us still feels burned deep down inside when someone we really care about betrays us. It hurts us and makes us feel like we screwed up somehow. So we can't allow it. That used condom must have been stuck to the cat's paw. That lipstick message is probably just the landlord stalking us. That Funyun stink is literally just Funyuns. Sweaty, old Funyuns.

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Generally speaking, the only way this situation gets resolved is when the person ignoring all the evidence finally gets tired of lying to themselves. You can tell them the truth 100 times over, and it won't mean anything until they're ready to hear it. That is a pretty awful truth in itself about the way the human mind can work, but it's also the only way many of us will ever allow truth to sink in.

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