Who We Are - Simplified.

On Monday, Phillip posted a sweet blog. Read it 2 or 3 times and let it sink in. If after 3 reads it still doesn't sink in - find something heavy and hit yourself in the head with it. This does nothing to aid your understanding of Phillip's collegiate writing, but it does make me laugh. If you could find a hamster to hit yourself with, I would laugh a little harder.

My partner in crime points out that we are not who we think we are.

I disagree. We are exactly who we think we are. The beliefs and assumptions we carry with us create our reality.

When someone believes that he is not who he thinks he is, what he means is that he is not who YOU think he is. He's living somebody elses reality. To put more simply, this is wussy behavior.

Phillip is not a wussy. But he might play one on TV. I kinda picture him as a day time soap star. He's the Doctor who tells the distraught wife-to-be that her knight in shining armor will not be riding off into the sunset with her anytime soon.

Dr. Phillip: "Miss...I'm sorry, but Mr. Wussbag didn't make it through operation."
Terrible actress: "No! NO! WHY GOD WHY?!"
Dr. Phillip: "Probably because God intended for him to have small genitalia, and by trying to enlarge his manhood on my surgical table, he's slapping God in the face. Look, I'd love to do this crying thing with you, but honestly, God hooked the good doctor up - gimme your number."
Terrible actress: "I want you."

Okay, even in that pointless faux TV script, Dr. Phillip was not a wussy.

What was I trying to say about thoughts and reality? Oh yeah, your thoughts are your reality.

However, people can build a reality that is incongruent.

If your self-image conflicts with your actions and the feedback you get from your enviornment, expect to burn the fuck out once you come to your senses.

Now you're really in a bitch of a situation because the drugs and/or people you've been using to maintain this false self (pathological narcissism) are gone.

Now you're all alone with a complete stranger - you.

Sucks. I feel for you, but not too much - cuz it's your fault.