Illusions and Ironies: an introduction
Dear Reader,
Sometimes I feel like I’m locked in a room of fun-house mirrors and the only way I can stop dissecting myself is if I close my eyes. I loom out in front of myself in odd proportions and angles, and I psychoanalyze everything I see until I’ve descended into a rabbit hole of doubt, denial and existentialism. Nothing is safe from scrutiny; every expression, inflection and social interaction comes under the line of fire: Why did she say that? Why didn’t he reply? Did she sound angry?
I don’t think that my excessive analysis of everything that happens to me — often with an audience (thanks, Riya and Kavin!) — actually clarifies anything. It really only makes me feel momentarily better before the analysis resumes. Honestly, the only concrete answer to my questions that I can hold onto is “I don’t know.”
But I continue to analyze myself anyway — because it feels good.
It’s exactly this “feel-good” phenomenon that I’m interested in breaking down. There are things around us — institutions, processes, words — in which we invest faith simply because the idea of them makes us feel good. Things that, beyond existing fully in our thoughts, I consider to be illusions. I think that so much of what we see, dear reader, is an illusion because we don’t try to do much more than that.
In this column, I want to explore these illusions and their inherent irony — for no particular reason except that I think they’re cool. So if you think that I’m not overthinking everything (again), please join me in exposing the Irony.
Next up: inclusivity marketing.
Sincerely,
Sraavya
Sraavya joined the Tribune because her friend told her that it was "pretty chill." It's not, but she loves it anyway. This is her third year in the Tribune and she is still as impressed with everyone in the...