A lot of people are apoplectic about the feds conducting surveillance and profiling. Personally I haven’t got enough secrets — terrible or terrific — to worry one way or another. If you’re under 30, neither do you. That’s because you haven’t had enough time to forge enough resumes or write enough inflammatory letters to interest the feds. In effect, you haven’t spent enough time in this world to have much of a profile!
What makes this good news is you’re safely anonymous to the government. However, what may make it bad news is you still rather anonymous to yourself. You know, that nagging question that often rattles around inside our psyche: “Who is the real me?”
Is it the me I think I am….? Or the me I want people to think I am…? Or the me that people think I am…? If there is some special someone in your young life, there’s every reason to believe the two of you have asked yourself that. Hooking up, dating, or whatever, there has to be some talk time in between the dinners and parties and sex. That’s when this question is likely to come up.
It’s a good question. A serious question. A question that beckons the best in us to answer: “Who is the real me?”
For what it’s worth, here’s the answer most philosophers, poets and pundits seem to come up with: “You are each of those me’s, each at different times in your life.” That’s not having a split personality. It’s more like a diamond with dozens of distinct facets, each beheld only when you hold the jewel in a certain way at certain times. The diamond — you — remains the same even as it is perceived by the world differently from different angles at different times.
Probably the only way it really will is when the two of you look into each other’s eyes over that Saturday night pizza and suddenly realize; “Wow, a eureka moment I can share!”
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