Self

I am different people with many different people, the only thread holding my “self” together as a cohesive personality is the common genre of my identity, which imposes itself on each sub-genre of self.

Cognition is how we make sense of the world. As you may have noticed, we don’t all see the world the same way. As a child, were you as equally obsessed as I was with knowing if we all saw the same green? How can we know?

T. L. Uglow • A Curiosity of Doubts: Penguin Special

Yes! And it felt like there was no way to explain what I was asking. Do you see the same red as I see? By definition, red is red, but that wasn’t what I was asking. I was asking if our souls swapped places and escaped the contextless silos of our individual experiences, what I would see through your eyes?

I don’t even like reading but then I read something that was so delicious it made me realize I’ve been hungry for all this time.

I think I’ve just been reading the wrong books. I didn’t know words could pierce so close to… something. Truth? Life? The Everything?

I don’t think I read enough to justify writing. But I am tired of consuming. I think I have something to say.

It has always been the same for me inside, although others insist “I’ve changed” or “I’ve grown.”

I am still me. Maybe I’m trying to be too profound.

Of course I’ve changed from the girl I was, but I resist that story because it suggests a linear arc, a hero’s journey, where success is measured by our ability to shed our selfishness and innocence and

09/02/25 one page autobiography assignment

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