Out at London Pride, uncharacteristically. Around 1am, as you do, find myself in an intimate discussion with a stranger. Who leaps to what he imagines is my defence:
"What are you into?"
"It's a really limited view, though. I wish I were more open."
"What? There's no such thing as limited! You got to accept yourself!"
"Sure, but - I'm only attracted to like a tenth of the population; it would be objectively better to have a larger pool, and to see all of beauty."
"Hey, hey: stop it, you don't need to justify myself. You are you, so you do you. Don't do anyone else."
"That's a beautiful thing to say, and there's a lot of people in the world who really need to hear it. Not me though."
"It's true for everyone! You'll only hurt yourself by not being yourself."
"No, though. Consider: monkeys like bananas and sex; humans like bananas, sex and philosophy and sports. So the visible value space of the latter is -"
"- Look, you're not going to change yourself by overthinking things. So skip it! I'm not questioning you!"
"But I often change by reasoning. Or often try. I don't need stock acceptance. Taking me seriously enough to challenge me when I am wrong or suboptimal is acceptance. When I 'do' me, I justify myself to myself: I 'overthink'. In others this can be neurotic, self-sabotage. For me it is creation.
Labels are risky, but if you wanted to google it, there is a word for it: it's people trying to be 'rationalists'. Only at home when taking a pickaxe to the walls of home, to see if they're actually solid."