I think we are confused, sometimes.
We would be nearly without doubt accepting credits from people who thinks they have seen our very best and beauty and benevolence and aristocracy tang.
That becomes our privilege.
On the other side, we profoundly tempted to blurt out our flaws to avoid from being alienated from ourselves.
These flaws entitle us human.
But some are aware of being a human or not is trivial. For some are delighted at being aliens. Being a darling for everyone is more exultant – baffling flaws, straining them in the dark of the soul.