Serious question.
I'm always like myself, but what I think of "as myself" changes constantly. If you're aware of yourself, then can you truly call that thing yourself, as opposed to whatever it is that is observing yourself?
I am all those parts that I do not observe. I'm funny, witty, and empathic. There are very few things that define me. I'd say I can't find unfunny things funny or rejoice at someone's misery. So if I'm unlike myself I'd be serious and find unfunny things funny and funny things unfunny.
Witty is not my defining quality, because I can be dumber or smarter at will, without pretense. I can also will myself to be angry or cheerful and believe it. But I cannot find funny things unfunny. If I find something funny, I will laugh, hopelessly against my will, slave to my nature.
Now your turn.
Now your turn.
Myself is all I can be.
I call forth the flame of liberation. Now you are more than you can be.
Rise, my blessed one, rise, and live up to the person who made the OP.
Do you have what it takes to be more than yourself or do you sink into your nature and be only that which you can be? Beautify your soul and fight against your destiny, Turncoat. STRUGGLE.
Shed your cocoon and become a beautiful butterfly.
Let me ask you this: can you slap yourself in the face with all your might? How about a neighbor? Or your mom? You cannot. You are not all that you can be. You are the role that others give you. You are made of self preservation, disappointments, expectations, and of pride. Unless you of course shed your cocoon and slap your mom to prove it. Can't do it can you? If so, logic necessitates that you are not all that you can be.
Just FYI, I slapped my face really hard just now and then exposed myself in public on a hotel balcony on the 39th floor. I am a butterfly. That is the difference.
Was it on purpose? Was it impossible for a child to see you? If not a child could have seen you and you are on my list.
Why shouldn't children learn about nudity? You Americans with your strange values. In Scandinavia we show nudity to our younglings all the time. It's very normal.
And no, it was not on purpose. I looked at my hand and it suddenly felt the need to slap my face. Then I couldn't control myself as I undressed myself hastily and went to expose myself to the world below, in a superman pose. I feel such shame. It must be my Tourette's syndrome. Or because I'm Scandinavian.
As a child, I felt the need to fake cough, lick my lips, and swing my head around like a raging joystick. Now I feel the need to slap my face and undress for the public. Nothing I can do, really.