Editing yourself is like an irksome coin toss. You've got to strip yourself of super ego and operate from the id. Maybe I've got my Freud mixed up. It's just hard to trade a beauty shot for the performance with truth and a brightly lit zit.
That will only happen if I have a bout of amnesia or if I feel like mooning someone in the audience.
Very few men imprisoned for economic crimes or even crimes of passion against the oppressor feel that they are really guilty.