We exist in multiple selves, different versions. I know that now. And a lot of who we are depends on our physicality...skin colour, body weight, face shape, hair type. I know this now too. If I think about this piece of knowledge...the time before this, and the time now...there are two selves there. Even when we gain a new piece of information, epiphanies, revelations, there is one self that would continue on without knowing these new things, and then that burst of knowledge stirs one in different directions.
Is there one person in this earth who is completely honest? Is it actually possible to be honest at all...ever? Everything we say is sugar-coating, placating, mollifying, because truthfully if we were honest to each other, would we even all like each other? If you told people how you truly felt, how you were truly thinking, would they still like you? Does one even tell themselves the truth?
It's funny how people exist substantially through the eyes of the thinker. If somebody thinks of me as a sex object, that type of thinking will dominate how they treat me. If a person doesn't think much of me, they will treat me the way they think of me. If they think the world of me, they will treat me that way too.