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Sometimes I love myself. Sometimes.
Sometimes I enjoy going over my old rants. I find things in common with what I said back then, so I relate to myself. Things that I've written in the past usually stay there, by which I mean my mind doesn't usually stick to the same set of thoughts for very long. They may be revisited at some point, but they're hardly constant. These rants I write in a certain frame of mind, one which I am not in at the moment. The present me did not write them; it was a separate person. I thus allow myself to have things in common and to be able to relate. I can't be the same person, because I've changed since then. If I were to meet the 'me' from that moment, we would not at all be the same person, at least not in any way that really mattered. In a way, I did not write that previous entry. I am only truly myself in this present moment. Constantly changing.
Either that, or there are many versions of me, and they all depend on my state of mind.
Sometimes I enjoy going over my old rants. I find things in common with what I said back then, so I relate to myself. Things that I've written in the past usually stay there, by which I mean my mind doesn't usually stick to the same set of thoughts for very long. They may be revisited at some point, but they're hardly constant. These rants I write in a certain frame of mind, one which I am not in at the moment. The present me did not write them; it was a separate person. I thus allow myself to have things in common and to be able to relate. I can't be the same person, because I've changed since then. If I were to meet the 'me' from that moment, we would not at all be the same person, at least not in any way that really mattered. In a way, I did not write that previous entry. I am only truly myself in this present moment. Constantly changing.
Either that, or there are many versions of me, and they all depend on my state of mind.