Well I’ve been on a process to discover WHERE’S ME in all of this. I look for stereotypical words and patterns in myself and try to understand “where it came from” – at first psychologically but then deeper into history into movements, philosophers, educational fads that I was a part of and didn’t realize it… challenging “who am I really?” and hoping there’s SOMETHING ‘me’ left over.
I may just be a combination of every experience I ever had and everything that ever influenced me. Well, if that’s the case, I want to know more. I like me. I wanna know more about him. And maybe it’ll help me understand others or help them understand each other better in the process.
But, if I can’t know me, how can I know anybody else, really? Plus it’s easy. I take myself wherever I go