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A question of great thought.
Sep. 14th, 2004 03:43 pmThis being ganked from a friend of a friend, the question is basically along the lines of what would happen should our past and younger children selves meet us now. (I believe the exact question was whether past us would kick our bigger self's ass)
It raises interesting thoughts to be sure, but contemplating it, it occurs to me that I'm still me in most any sense of the word. None of us really change change in a major sense of the word. There are always drastic circumstances that lead to the occasional exception of course, but those I think are rare. It's like clothes. We put on so many different ones in our life, and to an extent they show a bit of ourselves, but they are not the core of us. Tastes may change, but I'm still me in here. Really, the only things that change in our person over time is the knowledge we have gained or lost. How we deal with these things on a fundamental level we really don't change so often (well, there's this whole area of changing to fit God's will, but that's a much longer talk than I care to give). I mean, to an extent, I go about reasoning the same way as I always have, I just have more things to reason over.
Getting back though, I try to think of what I would think from my younger self's perspective. It would probably depend on how young I was I think. I'm still weird, wear glasses, love books and video games, have few friends, love God, and am slightly overweight, so not much has changed there. Although, I do have facial hair now, which is cool, and I'm learning to play the guitar. But those are just things you get with time. The way I think about things hasn't changed, just certain things I think about, and not always even that. I think it would be cool to hang out with younger me. I could relearn all of those old jokes and songs I used to know. And maybe I could bully him into learning the guitar then, so I could totally rock now. Ooh, and I could tell him about the future and what to watch out for. Tell me to lose the sweat pants before junior high so I wouldn't get ragged on so much. Time paradoxes can be fun to play with too.
It raises interesting thoughts to be sure, but contemplating it, it occurs to me that I'm still me in most any sense of the word. None of us really change change in a major sense of the word. There are always drastic circumstances that lead to the occasional exception of course, but those I think are rare. It's like clothes. We put on so many different ones in our life, and to an extent they show a bit of ourselves, but they are not the core of us. Tastes may change, but I'm still me in here. Really, the only things that change in our person over time is the knowledge we have gained or lost. How we deal with these things on a fundamental level we really don't change so often (well, there's this whole area of changing to fit God's will, but that's a much longer talk than I care to give). I mean, to an extent, I go about reasoning the same way as I always have, I just have more things to reason over.
Getting back though, I try to think of what I would think from my younger self's perspective. It would probably depend on how young I was I think. I'm still weird, wear glasses, love books and video games, have few friends, love God, and am slightly overweight, so not much has changed there. Although, I do have facial hair now, which is cool, and I'm learning to play the guitar. But those are just things you get with time. The way I think about things hasn't changed, just certain things I think about, and not always even that. I think it would be cool to hang out with younger me. I could relearn all of those old jokes and songs I used to know. And maybe I could bully him into learning the guitar then, so I could totally rock now. Ooh, and I could tell him about the future and what to watch out for. Tell me to lose the sweat pants before junior high so I wouldn't get ragged on so much. Time paradoxes can be fun to play with too.
