Actually,this came to me in the form of a dream, but when I woke up I thought it was worth pursuing somemore about it. I saw "in my dream" my name in bold letters, papers behind it, and next to it to the left, many I.D cards.
This was something I really never thought about. To be truthful, I have always wanted to blend in; to melt into crowds or not to even be noticed in smaller groups.
But, for some reason, maybe my rebellious personality coming through, it never quite happened, especially if I spoke.
I now think that I have denied my personality and my identity the whole of my life
And, no, I haven't searched Google for identity either in the sociological or psychological domains. This comes frommy own musing.
I have always known that on some level I have a strong personality, but identity, no, I never even thought about it.
I have achieved many different things on many different levels, whether it be academic, in the art world or travelling around the world, but that didn't give me an identity.
To have an identity, I realized, which probably I had but wasn't aware of, means to me dealing with other people on an equal basis, and somehow asserting oneself in society.
Well, to have an identity also means asserting oneself with the outside world.
Maybe I sound like a babe in the wods but I've always felt like that I had no identity, no impact, no real relationship with the outside world, except maybe for close friends. So this has been like an eye-opener to me: that I am my own person and that I do interact with the outside world whatever the consequences...