Do you ever realise... you have no idea who you are?
Not just genderwise.
In general.
Who is anyone?
What is personality?
Why does anyone love anyone?
What makes people individual? Irreplaceable?
6,500,000,000 people in the world, and what give one any importance?
I feel a tad grey.
I'll stand in that queue with you.
I think I know who I am, but I don't really see why it matters.
"I feel a bit low."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you know. When there's always a tear waiting in the corner of your eye and you bump into furniture and everything breaks in your hands and no one notices you and you're just a dry, anonymous sexless cog devoid of feeling, imagination and spark. A bit like that."
Slog on.
It's hard to realise who we are as that's the way the human brain works perhaps?
Ain't it weird, no matter how different everybody is, we're all the same in the way we're always trying to figure ourselves out.
Well, maybe because we're constantly changing and adapting... maybe that's why we're not sure of who we are?
And I agree with imaz, too. :)
Deconstructionism is pretty easy, just keep looking at all of the exceptions to the rules and grey areas, and after a while it all seems grey Personally I think everything is grey and the human mind has a tendency to generalize and so we obtain the illusion of black and white.
As far as what any of them are understand that personality is more of a concept and thus is a lot less concrete. It's meaning is subjective and shifting. It is more of a human creation than a integral component of the universe, and its closest concrete existence is as an abstract biochemical pattern in your brain.
Most people are too busy with their own lives to be all that worried about yours. Until, you can't chose. Either way, who cares? Pick one. And quite bothering everyone else with how hard it is for you too chose.
After all, other people have choices too. Why bother them with yours?
Hi Tekla
Not feeling too good today?
What's the problem?
CJ
I stand at the middle of the world, super-positioned above the lines and spheres that bind reality.
I view all that is to come and watch what has been turn into dust, blown into oblivion.
I matter because I exist. The universe changes because it knows that I watch it.
The secret is not to listen to the music of the world. It is to let it sing through you.