I wrote this post as part of another discussion on another messageboard, but I thought I'd run it by you guys to see what you think.
It basically stems from the question "Who are you?"
We often talk about looking for some sort of a "higher plane of existence." But it dawned upon me that perhaps our motivation behind our longing to find a deeper meaning to life is driven by our circumstances. I'll get to this later on.
To an extent, I believe that who we are depends on who we are interacting with. It could be said that we all wear masks, hiding our true selves and presenting false personalities to the world. Often we even wear masks to fool ourselves as well as others.
I think the concept of a "mask" is not perfect at describing our "selves", although it is maybe the easiest and best way of doing so. We are many things - we are sons, friends, lovers, ex-lovers, enemies, rivals, people to be used, to abused, etc etc.
We don't actually have any solid SELF (I don't think). Only a collection of thougths and attitudes. The question "Who are you?" is impossible to answer objectively since it is entirely dependent on context and perspective. It is easier to answer it as "Who are you to this person or that person."
This is something that troubles me. I feel "misunderstood." But even worse than that, I don't understand myself! But I try very hard to. I am as introspective as is humanly possible. This is unusual and (I dunno,) maybe unlealthy. But surely in order for you to understand the universe you must understand your self.
As much as I feel "misunderstood", this could just be a way of me optimistically shielding myself from the fact that I am unpopular. E.g. "People think I am a loser but if they knew the real me they'd think I was fantastic!" However, that's not really a fact as such but an interpretation.
I am too aware of this problem that I can't comfortably forumlate any identity of my own. When I meet people, I act the way people think I should act, or the way which at the time I believe will shed me in the best possible light in that situation. We all do this - i.e. making fun of authority figures to gain respect for our peers, or being especially nice to authority figures to gain status, or trying to be funny or charming or incredibly generous to attract friends or lovers. I am unbelievably self-conscious. I think most people who are intelligent enough to realise that how others perviece us is important or merely that we are being constantly asessed are self-conscious.
Anyway, my current conclusion is that we actually have no real personalities. We are all just trying to fulfill the same goal of "being happy" by whatever means we see best. We just use different techniques based on our intelligence and assets (appearance, money etc).
For example, I am a poor student so it is better for me to currently believe that happiness can be found by leading a simple buddhist-style life of few posessions and by "being." However, I'm also 19 and quite a fit guy so I also spend a great deal of time working out in order to increase my chances of getting *cough cough*.
If I was a rock star with plenty of money I'd be snorting cocain and having lots of carnal pleasure. If I was ugly I'd probably dedicate my time to being a "funny guy" who is really friendly to everyone and a good listener. If I was a fat, unintelligent woman I would focus on getting a good husband who could pay the bills and have a child with him and life my life by proxy through the child's experiences which will hopefully be better than mine. If I was a shy adolescent with few real-world social skills but a knack for winning arguments I would dedicate my efforts in the pleasure gained from beating people in internet arguments and how great it is to be intellectually superior (not referring to ben there, you are not like this ..... usually ) If I was quite ugly and unintelligent but extremely good at golf I would focus on achieving hapiness from the competitive ego-driven pleasure of beating people at golf. If I was generally a bad person I would convince myself that there is no God and that there is no afterlife or accountability so that I could concentrate on finding short-term hapiness through self-gratification and greedy things. (You get what I'm saying.)
Perhaps my belief in a higher plane of existence is a product of my inability to attain hapiness through other means - If I was able to get married and have children and pass my genes on to the next generation (which is generally regarded as the right thing to do) I wouldn't even care about this.
Yes this is a bit of an odd topic but I dunno, if you feel like responding, that would be cool.
*note: I really don't want this discussion to descend into a debate about the existence of a non-material soul or spirit. This is there is no broadly accepted evidence of such a thing.
So anyway, whaddaya think? 8)
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