People are forever changing. If they want to admit it or not.
Even relatively small things can have outsized effects on our personality. I can list many of the stages in my life that helped make me who I am. But this process did not cast me in a mold and spit out an unchanging me.
I don’t know about you, but I ruminate. That’s right I cogitate my veritabilities. I interrogate my past: Why did I do this, how did that influence me, and how do I feel about it now? I’ll be driving down the road, and suddenly, a mini-epiphany will hit me about something from 1997.
One person I was having coffee with was conflicted about this process. “Well, this implies you’re not the same person from day to day!” I told them it was more a process that offered insight and occasional guidance. It wasn’t like it was going to make me shift my political ideology, diet, or anything significant. He was even more horrified now. Look, I said, are you the sum of your experiences, thoughts, and beliefs? “โฆyesโฆ?” Well, says I,” On any given day, that sum is 100 percent, right?” He looked at me like he was trying to sense a trap I had laid. ” Well, OKโฆ” ” It’s the same for me, but on any given day, the weight given to individual experiences, thoughts, or actions shifts around; they still add up to 100 %, but the values of the parts are different! See!”
He swallowed hard, left his coffee untouched, and didn’t eat the bagel he had ordered. He left the coffee shop, and I haven’t seen him since.
Some people have trouble with basic sums.
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Nice post ๐ธ๐ธ
I’m trying to figure out what you just said, lol! I might need to get further into this cup of caffeine before the third re-read!
It’s just me channeling my absurdist view of the universe beforen my third cup kicks in…I’m almost rational after that…
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I wish I could get a real bagel. That would be so good, but here in the Bark of Beyond? Not easy. In response to your post, though, as Sinatra said, “Do, be, do, be, do…” That’s pretty deep if you think about it…
Junior’s in the Bronx ships, but I settle for Junior’s frozen, thawed in the mic for twenty seconds and then toasted. siuch is life.
I also miss those soft pretzels we used ro be able get…now you got me going!
Oh no not soft pretzels. Now I’m yearning for a little stand by the Lake of Zurich and ordering Bretzels mit lachs… sigh…
MMMMMMMM.! So good!