Thread: Tell me - When did you Become you!

At what age did you ask yourself, this is me?

I was young (like 7) I remember looking into a mirror and wondering what made me, "me"

Just wondering if some of you remember an awareness of your individual identity the first time.

Should be in lounge/philosophy, about 12 years old, I think.
But we're of course always changing, I also became me about 3-4 months ago.

There is no way this belongs in Ask/Tell.

Philosophy, maybe?

I had a tough road, just last summer.
But then again, we are always becoming ourselves.

Originally Posted by Positive Mental Octopus

At what age did you ask yourself, this is me?

I think that's a question that one discovers the answer to over a long span of time (months, years, dozens of years). People change, personalities evolve, and we above all can surprise even ourselves with our own decisions and actions towards others. It is sometimes even necessary for another to point out characteristics you weren't aware you displayed, which upon some introspection can shed more light about why it is you do what you do, and how you feel about it.

The age I might have been aware of my own self could probably have been whenever I first used (or understood the meaning of) the word "I" or "myself" to differentiate between another person and that which is Me. Do I have any memory of this? No.

Around the time I became capable of coherent though. 3-4 years, maybe?

Last year, 16 yrs. old. That was the last time that I can remember.

Originally Posted by Positive Mental Octopus

At what age did you ask yourself, this is me?

I was young (like 7) I remember looking into a mirror and wondering what made me, "me"

Just wondering if some of you remember an awareness of your individual identity the first time.

That never happened to me because I understand that I am not what my birth certificate says...not really. I believe something about us is eternal, ineffable and was always in existence and will always be in existence (in some form or another), ergo whatever I am now (a human named Jeff) is temporary. We are not our names simply because we were "alive" before we entered into this flesh body. Once we entered into this physical plane of existence, we were given a birth certificate, social security card and eventually we'll receive certificate of death. Therefore saying "I am (your name here)" to me is a far cry from an epiphany merely because I know whoever or whatever I am transcends such a physical, temporary, emotional, spiritual (and yet wonderful) interactive life.

I Am that I Am (Hebrew: אהיה אשר אהיה, pronounced Ehyeh asher ehyeh [ʔehˈje ʔaˈʃer ʔehˈje] is a common English translation (King James Bible and others) of the response God used in the Bible when Moses asked for His name (Exodus 3:14). It is one of the most famous verses in the Torah.[citation needed] Hayah means "existed" or "was" in Hebrew; "ehyeh" is the first person singular imperfect form. Ehyeh asher ehyeh is generally interpreted to mean I am that I am, though it more literally translates as "I-shall-be that I-shall-be."

- Wikipedia

Honestly, I feel that "I am that I am" best describes who or what I am. That's my epiphany...and all the identity I need (in terms of understanding and identifying myself). The world, however will continue to know me as Jeff. And that's just fine with me.

There is no me.

'I' am a drop in the ocean of consciousness.

Now that I am older, I have no idea who I am, and I don't think I ever will.
To me my "name" means nothing
& is there for really no purpose except something for people to call me.

I've been this way a long time, perhaps for as long as I can remember. I guess you could count the turning points. Most recent one was...shit, I can't remember. A year ago, or longer, shorter.

I definitely don't have a 'moment,' but in my earliest clear memory I was probably a bit older than two, based on the fact that I could stand up and yell, "There's a bee in here!" whereas my little uncle, 5 months younger than me and in another crib in the same room, couldn't stand up or talk (he was slow developing and I was fast, so it makes sense he would have been 1 1/2 or so ). Obviously I wasn't considering my personal qualities, but I was aware that my little uncle was helpless/no help and that the adults were in the other room, so I apparently knew I was a distinct entity with different qualities from others.

We moved into town when I was almost five, and that's when I started being around other kids and feeling like I was different, and started being introspective.

I did something similar to what you describe, most vividly age 12 or so.

I looked in the mirror, seeing the person there.

I think it's the first time I objectified myself, saw myself as an other, separate from me.

Originally Posted by Positive Mental Octopus

At what age did you ask yourself, this is me?

I was young (like 7) I remember looking into a mirror and wondering what made me, "me"

Just wondering if some of you remember an awareness of your individual identity the first time.

absurd

That Starling video was absolutely amazing. But his kisses sound, to me, like laughter lol

I became aware of "myself" when I was about 4. But because a persons self changes, other big turning points in my life were ages 7, 13, 17-ish and 24-ish.
I don't identify myself primarily with my name or my reflection, but the inner workings of my mind and personality.

Originally Posted by Carôusoul

absurd

then don't read.
It will save you time.

please cease in exposing Dreamviews to a concentrated dose of your wonder right now.

I became what I am today at the age of twelve, on a frigid overcast day in the winter of 1975. I remember the precise moment, crouching behind a crumbling mud wall, peeking into the alley near the frozen creek. That was a long time ago, but it's wrong what they say about the past, I've learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out. Looking back now, I realize I have been peeking into that deserted alley for the last twenty-six years.

Originally Posted by Kiza

I became what I am today at the age of twelve, on a frigid overcast day in the winter of 1975. I remember the precise moment, crouching behind a crumbling mud wall, peeking into the alley near the frozen creek. That was a long time ago, but it's wrong what they say about the past, I've learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out. Looking back now, I realize I have been peeking into that deserted alley for the last twenty-six years.

I lol'ed

Originally Posted by Positive Mental Octopus

then don't read.
It will save you time.

please cease in exposing Dreamviews to a concentrated dose of your wonder right now.

ho ho ho

Still hasn't happened yet, I still have no idea who I am.