There are at least 10 of me, probably more. Primarily though, there are 4:
The me interested in the humanities
The me interested in simplicity
The me interested in physical culture
The me interested in music
There are more; the political me, the animal lover me, the sports me, the comedy me, the food me, the justice me, etc., but those first four are my essence. And what good is having an essence if it can’t be cultivated and shared, or shoved down someone else’s throat…?
That’s why I choose to be all-in on social media, Facebook in particular – because it’s a place where everybody knows my names. Not every person knows every name. My comedy friends know me by my comedy name. My philosophy friends know me by my philosophy name, and so-on.
In that way, Facebook is like a Denny’s, with a Cheers inside of it. I can enter any time of day, and order whatever I wish off the menu. However, even within that, after I step inside the larger room, and as I squeeze my way into the smaller rooms within the larger room, people know me even better – they don’t just know my name, they know who I am.
For the physical (my body), there is the material world…
For the ethereal me (my soul), there is the spiritual world…
And though I may have one foot in either of those worlds at any one time, for the thinking me (my brain), social media has become a gathering place, and a creative outlet that has been missing for most of my life.
Today, the thinking me has taken on a leadership role over the physical me and the ethereal me, so social media is where I come to feed it, as well as the dozen or so peripheral me(s). The trick here, if there is one, is in knowing how to order off the menu – and what to avoid… Jhciacb
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