Personality
I find levels of personality to be really interesting. For instance, I was speaking with an ex of mine ( "KS" - dated her 11/2003 to 1/2004) and she pointed out that I am not what someone expects when they think "Marine". Her reason was that I'm not an ass. (g) Seriously though, I've noticed on my blog I come off as a really gung-ho, hard charging Marine. This conflicts somewhat with my personality on an everyday level. It reaffirms my faith in the idea that we all have different "faces" we wear (dependent upon occasion).
My theory is that it is hard to explain why my readers should be excited that I wrote a really awesome paper critiquing P.F. Strawson's Criticism of Bertrand Russell (in his paper "On Referring"). It's hard to explain that because most people don't have reference for it. Most people have some concept of philosophy, but not to the extent to which I have. I'm not being self-aggrandizing either. I couldn't speak to S about what he's learning in Med School. I don't know that much about medicine (hey, I always sucked at biology). The same thing applies here. I can talk about doing really well on a PT test or how my love life is going, or how I hate some of my professors, as these are things everyone can appreciate. Not too many people appreciate it when I start going on about Russell's thoughts on egocentric usage in ordinary language as contrasted to Strawson's Uniqueness claims. It just doesn't work.
This also bugs me on a deeper level because I worry about my old friends. At some point in our lives we all had things in common and that's how we became friends. As I grow older and move in different directions, do I maintain that part of my personality that made me compatible with them? Is it based on psychological makeup or just on current interests? Do I even speak the same language today as I spoke almost a decade ago when I met the T brothers? The Marine Corps makes me worry about this even more. Will I end up being just a Marine? Or will I still be me? My mother mentioned this to me the other day. She said "Don't let the Marine Corps destroy who you are." That really worries me. I think I'm trying to find a "self" I can point to. That's why I like Descartes. ;)
Music: Cab Calloway
My theory is that it is hard to explain why my readers should be excited that I wrote a really awesome paper critiquing P.F. Strawson's Criticism of Bertrand Russell (in his paper "On Referring"). It's hard to explain that because most people don't have reference for it. Most people have some concept of philosophy, but not to the extent to which I have. I'm not being self-aggrandizing either. I couldn't speak to S about what he's learning in Med School. I don't know that much about medicine (hey, I always sucked at biology). The same thing applies here. I can talk about doing really well on a PT test or how my love life is going, or how I hate some of my professors, as these are things everyone can appreciate. Not too many people appreciate it when I start going on about Russell's thoughts on egocentric usage in ordinary language as contrasted to Strawson's Uniqueness claims. It just doesn't work.
This also bugs me on a deeper level because I worry about my old friends. At some point in our lives we all had things in common and that's how we became friends. As I grow older and move in different directions, do I maintain that part of my personality that made me compatible with them? Is it based on psychological makeup or just on current interests? Do I even speak the same language today as I spoke almost a decade ago when I met the T brothers? The Marine Corps makes me worry about this even more. Will I end up being just a Marine? Or will I still be me? My mother mentioned this to me the other day. She said "Don't let the Marine Corps destroy who you are." That really worries me. I think I'm trying to find a "self" I can point to. That's why I like Descartes. ;)
Music: Cab Calloway
