What makes a person unique?
What makes you, you?
The way I look.
Cut my hair, get a tan, plastic surgery. I change the way I look and dress all the time. When I was in elementary school, I thought it was cool to wear black. In junior high, I always wore baggy clothes. Early college it was Banana Republic black, khaki, and white. Last year it was jeans and a tee. This year it's bright colors. This can't be what makes me, me.
My likes/dislikes.
Doesn't this change with time also? When I was a kid I thought roller skating and plastic jewelry were cool. I used to like to bowl. Knit. Bake. Dye hair. Anime. Read. Watch TV. None of these things are me... they are just phases of me.
My philosophies.
My morals, my standards. Everything I believe to be true and correct in the world, was taught to me by someone else in the world. Therefore it's not coming from me, I've learned it from others, whether it be society, my parents, or my peers. That must not be truly me either.
My memories.
Playing on a typewriter in my mom's office when I was four. (Is that why I type so fast?) Chasing boys around in Kindergarten. Begging my dad to teach me how to drive when I was 13. Ditching chinese school to play with Soomin. Eating Del Taco for lunch during Princeton Review SAT school. Working the hostess stand at Arte Cafe, hiding behind the podium when Whitney people walked by. Going McDonald's for coffee at 5:30AM before praise practice at Ivy's house. Lake Arrowhead church retreats. Singing along to H.O.T. Candy at the no-re-bang on my 21st birthday. Countless Banana Chocolate crepes at Grean Tea Terrace.
These are all mine. Solely determined by me. My actions, intentions, attitudes, and personality now are based on all of these experiences.
Take away my memories, and I have nothing. If I wake up from amnesia, and do not remember a thing, will I still act like me?
Will I still love food?
What makes you, you?
The way I look.
Cut my hair, get a tan, plastic surgery. I change the way I look and dress all the time. When I was in elementary school, I thought it was cool to wear black. In junior high, I always wore baggy clothes. Early college it was Banana Republic black, khaki, and white. Last year it was jeans and a tee. This year it's bright colors. This can't be what makes me, me.
My likes/dislikes.
Doesn't this change with time also? When I was a kid I thought roller skating and plastic jewelry were cool. I used to like to bowl. Knit. Bake. Dye hair. Anime. Read. Watch TV. None of these things are me... they are just phases of me.
My philosophies.
My morals, my standards. Everything I believe to be true and correct in the world, was taught to me by someone else in the world. Therefore it's not coming from me, I've learned it from others, whether it be society, my parents, or my peers. That must not be truly me either.
My memories.
Playing on a typewriter in my mom's office when I was four. (Is that why I type so fast?) Chasing boys around in Kindergarten. Begging my dad to teach me how to drive when I was 13. Ditching chinese school to play with Soomin. Eating Del Taco for lunch during Princeton Review SAT school. Working the hostess stand at Arte Cafe, hiding behind the podium when Whitney people walked by. Going McDonald's for coffee at 5:30AM before praise practice at Ivy's house. Lake Arrowhead church retreats. Singing along to H.O.T. Candy at the no-re-bang on my 21st birthday. Countless Banana Chocolate crepes at Grean Tea Terrace.
These are all mine. Solely determined by me. My actions, intentions, attitudes, and personality now are based on all of these experiences.
Take away my memories, and I have nothing. If I wake up from amnesia, and do not remember a thing, will I still act like me?
Will I still love food?
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