The Real You

What I mean by "The Real You" is this: If you've been plagued by any influence, you become a different version of you. You 2.0. You are now different in some way, and whether big or small, it is a change. But change isn't always good. If an influence changes you, the new version of you is just you + influence.

You + influence = better you

You + influence = worse you

Do you see that? It is change by influence, dumbed down a bit. This proves that there is no mathematical explanation for change by influence (Let's call it C.B.I.). C.B.I. is not governed by laws of physics or science or anything but you, your common sense, and other influences. These things also all govern each other.

What I mean is this: Your common sense can help you make decisions, one of which is acceptance of influence. Sometimes, your common sense is wrong. It may be influenced by something.

Other influences can be your background, your finances, your health, your happiness, your fame, your intelligence, your self-confidence, and many others. These influences can be influenced by other influences, or your common sense.

Confused? I'll give an example. You're mother tells you that being a hunter is a very dangerous sport that you should not practice. Your common sense says that your mom is right, because handling guns is dangerous. Other past influences, like your peers telling you to give it a try, and your uncle being a champion sharpshooter, and being great at other sports, say to hunt as you please. In the end, you decide to hunt.

But! That isn't really you making the decision. It's past influences. In other cases, it's your common sense talking. It's not the real you.

Now do you understand?

If not, consider this example.

Your best friend buys a gun and plans suicide. He tells you, and you have to decide how to respond. Common sense tells you to stay away from this mess. It's not your business, and acquaintances aside, your friend could end up killing you. However, you are influenced by the fact that it's your best friend at stake, this would be on your head, none of your other friends would trust you...

You decide to try and stop him. You argue, you fight, you get shot with the very gun that was planned to be the weapon for your friend's suicide. You die. Your friend, ridden with guilt, commits suicide.

So much for that plan.

You'll notice that I emphasized the excessive use of the word "your" in the last paragraph. It's not you trying overrun by emotion, not knowing what to do, ready to end your life. So what's up with all this?

It just screams, "It's all about ME. I don't care about it as long as it doesn't affect ME. ME, ME, ME.

Well, maybe past influences made you that self centered. If so, then you've created a chain reaction of influences that ended up with you and your friend pushing up daisies.

It's not the person you were born as. It isn't the real you. It's you + influence + influence + influence + common sense + more influence.

That's not THE REAL YOU.

Valete, Commili praeponere.