Consciousness as the Congealed Panopticon
Posted atAlright, personal vent time. This one is going to be a little less edited (at least, I hope it will be).
I don’t know who the fuck I am. I don’t know what I stand for, what my beliefs are, what my values are, what I want. Instead, I have my internal panopticon. I experience my life as watching a performance of myself. Not as an out of body experience (although I have had those); but in the sense that when imagining myself doing something, I picture it in the third person. I experience myself as “the kind of person who would do X”, rather than “a person who does X”. I am the sum of what people around me want me to be, whether they’re real or imaginary, accurate or fabricated. My life is almost entirely performance.
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