for a minute there, I lost
myself
"Every day you wake up, look in the mirror, and make a decision. Which “self” do I present to the world today?
Do we really know ourselves, or do we just know what is reflected back to us by others in an endless cycle of, I perceive what you think I am, therefore I am?"
through a glass, darkly
"We do everything we can to fit someone’s idea of our identity–eat me, drink me–until we’re pinhole-thin and floating in a bottle on a sea of tears, or monstrously big, limbs bursting out the windows and doors of too-tiny houses.
It’s no wonder our “looking-glass selves” have given us identity crises.
We are not what we think we are, we are not what others think we are, we are what we think others think we are.
It’s more mind-bending and multifaceted than an Escher painting!"
"We do everything we can to fit someone’s idea of our identity–eat me, drink me–until we’re pinhole-thin and floating in a bottle on a sea of tears, or monstrously big, limbs bursting out the windows and doors of too-tiny houses.
It’s no wonder our “looking-glass selves” have given us identity crises.
We are not what we think we are, we are not what others think we are, we are what we think others think we are.
It’s more mind-bending and multifaceted than an Escher painting!"
Excerpts of a post from the blog
"Times New Romantic".
"I quite agree with you,' said the Duchess; 'and the moral of that is—"Be what you would seem to be"—or if you'd like it put more simply—"Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise."'
Alice in Wonderland
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