identity [Theme] Page 7

I'm not the monster who wants to see me he. I'm not a man, not a beast. I something completely new. And I have my own rules.

If I want to paint the house, I don't want someone telling me what it should look like.

The ability to ask questions like "Where am I and what is this "I" who asks me this question?" one of the features that distinguish man from, say, cuttlefish.

Man is not only conscious of "I" and the object separately, but also, projecting the "I" to the object acting as a mediator can effect a better understanding of "me". That's what identity.

The last three days I learned not to trust people. I did not succeed. Sometimes we need to communicate with other people, to understand who we really are.

I'm a clam. I lay in the cool dark water at a depth of several tens of meters. I quiet and calm... I am fluffy algae. I'm used to their lazy movement. They got used to my immobility. We're at home and bored together. Unspeakably boring... When I die, next there will be anyone who would deny it. Because my life is indistinguishable from death.

The more we talk about ourselves, the harder it is to be yourself. The real "I" dissolves into the words, melt like mist over the river Chikugo in the dawn hours.
I don't want to turn himself into the shadow of the phantom, which is created using words. So, suffice to say, I am me. I walk, eat, sleep, think, and feel. I live just like millions of other people. In any case, the fundamental differences were noticed.

They spend time and effort to be like everything, and I was to be myself. Costs are the same. The result is different.

Damn complex! How low my self-esteem, even if in my own fantasy I'm just the assistant of the main character?!

People need the Brownian motion of society - it throws us side to side, and thus constantly reminds us that we uh are still people.

Do not try to know themselves, and you become disgusted.

It's okay not to understand yourself.