
Today Jared and I were speaking, briefly, about the idea of "Self." We said everything that you can say about it, I think. You can't really ever know yourself. But the only thing you ever know is yourself. You have a self that you are aware of, but everyone else is aware of you in a different way, which is both entirely separate from you but also contributing to the self that you create. ET CETERA.
I made a comment about how maybe my favorite thing is the idea that I am aware of my Self to whatever extent I am aware of it, and that's my business. But people think about me in ways that I will never understand without being myself, and that's none of my business. People own parts of me that I don't even know about.
That is my favorite thing.
So.
Then I found myself wandering around the internet for the first time in days. I have been pretty bored with it lately, but one thing (or, two things, I guess) I will never get bored of are
FOUND Magazine and
PostSecret. Lisa had something on her
blog from Post Secret a few days ago and it's been in the back of my mind since then.
Jared and I were also talking about people owning photographs of you that you have never seen. I personally own thousands of photographs from middle school up to the present and they are filled with people that I don't speak to anymore, or have never spoken to in my life... Strangers wind up in the background of your photos all the time. I am in the background of people's vacation slides. So are you.
These things exist.
As a side note, the image that I uploaded from FOUND is something that was found in Philly. That's why I chose it. I am not (aware if I am) infertile. But I am (so far) under 24. And, oh yeah, I'm (not) married.