I mean, what's hard about being honest with yourself -- especially when you have a voice inside yourself, constantly reminding you, of who you are.
I wonder how life would be, if we all had that voice set to the same volume. My best friend, a 12 year old, overweight pitbull, named George doesn't hear very well anymore. So he can't hear someone calling his name -- warning him, or reminding him of good and bad.
I guess he has an excuse - what's yours?
I mean, we all have the voice right? It's called a conscious -- I call mine a pain in the ***, but he's always there.