I usually take the ‘‘I’m only human’’ approach in one of two circumstances:
- I made a mistake and I’m making myself feel disproportionately awful for having made it.
- I made a mistake and feel someone else is trying to make me feel disproportionately awful for having made it.
As MeanOldLady suggests, the need to make this statement comes more often from people with irrational standards for human behavior. To use an extreme example, when I was growing up, my mother had a tendency to send me to a relative’s house whenever she felt she wasn’t being respected, and she wouldn’t let me come home unless I promised to change my behavior. I once lived with my grandparents for two weeks because I refused to agree to her standards.
What had I done? Robbed a liquor store? Kicked a puppy? Stolen a baby? Done drugs? Had friends over without permission? No, I was a straight-A student and a devout Christian. The unforgiveable sin was talking back. My thousand and one apologies were not sufficient to cover this sin. I was only permitted to live at home if I agreed to stop talking back forever. In fact, when I did finally come home, it was to a three-hour lecture about how I had one year to stop acting like a normal teenager or else I would be thrown out on the street by my 17th birthday. Eventually I realized, SHIT, I don’t actually want to live here anyway, and left of my own accord at 17.
If that were the end of the story, it wouldn’t be relevant to this conversation. But the fact is sometimes the standards placed upon you by others have a tendency to rub off. Sometimes I find myself saying the same nonsense my mother said to me, ‘‘Well, olives, you’re a worthwhile person if and only if you never do X again.’’ That’s when the reasonable me has to step in and say, ‘‘Waaaait a minute. I’m only human.’’ I’d even take it a step further. I have a right to be human.
I’ve made plenty of mistakes, and I’ve always been willing to own them, to correct them, but what I am no longer willing to do is grovel for them.
Maastricht, there is a common belief among humans that ‘‘being too hard on oneself’’ is necessary to change behavior. It’s not. It’s completely possible to acknowledge you did something problematic, or that you have a problematic behavior, without labeling yourself as a person worthy of scorn and derision. A lot of mental health problems stem from the one’s inability to make this distinction. Often, people don’t want to accept the ‘‘shame’’ of imperfection and therefore do nothing to fix the problem, or they bludgeon themselves repeatedly for every slip-up.
A happier life is a more balanced one, one where we can say, ‘‘Damn, there I go ‘being human’ again. I certainly behaved badly, but that doesn’t make me a bad person. Fortunately I am blessed with the free will to avoid making the same mistake in the future.’’