What is your take on continuity of self?

Alternatives arent great mind

More weight, less heart.

One of the things I find very weird about myself is that my interests have not changed very much over the course of my life. Reading Treeship's post on the other thread about joining ilx at age 24 made me think about myself at 24 - because I was also very unhappy that year and would maybe have been happier if I'd joined ilx - and wonder what I would have posted about. And realized I prob would have posted a lot of crap about John Prine, Rudyard Kipling, E. Nesbit and Homicide, Life on the Street. Add Bruce Springsteen to that list and you're looking at 36-year-old me. I don't mind having that much continuity but I would like to be more flexible / less obsessive in my interests.

I definitely believe self is a story we weave and have to work at maintaining with any kind of coherency. And, really, romanticising is kind of fine with me. Perhaps what I mean is romanticising the alternatives is misplaced wisdom.

For me, a good chunk of selfhood and its continuity is the culture we tie ourselves to. I've noticed that since having kids I've experienced a kind of rupture with my past self (selves) - partly because of an absolute and lasting divide in consciousness that occurs at the moment of their birth, partly because priorities change and there's less time and if I'm honest less drive to devote to the cultural project, broadly speaking.

That last bit could also be on the 'why are you not posting' thread.

I simultaneously want to burn down Larkin's lines from Afternoons and absolutely agree with them: 'something is pushing them/to the side of their own lives'.

My interests have remained the same— after all, more than a decade ago, I graduated uni with a major in Creative Writing and minors in French and Music Composition. I think if anything, my knowledge and appreciation of those interests has simply broadened. And since I don't have kids and don't plan on it, I'm secure in the knowledge that I'll die one of those old poets who croaks surrounded by books and scraps of paper.

The other day I found an old external drive and lo and behold it contained the entirety of a webcomic I did from the ages of 15-18. I remember thinking "the art is rough but the jokes are funny" back then, but looking at it now, I don't recognize the person who wrote any of this.

Feel like this when I see my ILM posts from 15 yrs ago, tbh

I simultaneously want to burn down Larkin's lines from Afternoons and absolutely agree with them: 'something is pushing them/to the side of their own lives'.

Always find Larkin a good yardstick. Every few years I read 'Aubade' and think "Do I feel like this yet? No? Good".

Jesus fuck what a poem, I've never read that

I suspect Larkin felt like that when he was 15.

There is no person, I identify to some extent with a fiction constructed from apparent continuity of appearance which can be said to be no more than a statistical illusion or simply unknowable (karma). Subjectiviy such as it is contains time rather than the other way round so there is no change in that respect, but without time and other illusory appearance there is probably no self-reflective cognition. Hey, you asked!

the existence of time was probably the most remarkable discovery that life has achieved so far.

Fergie doesnt get enough credit really

"There is no such person as me either then or now" really should have been an option, sorry!

Did life discover time or do they co-arise as appearances or more precisely as interpretations of appearance? Can either be said to exist other than that? Can they be defined? Sorry, this is rhetorical but I'd actually say no to all of these. Life and time are surely remarkable but they don't really exist as such.

nothing exists as such

Could be a language problem.

Quite. Except that which exists. xp

I feel as if both life and time probably exist

a decade ago i had little left of myself as i was on caring duty for bh in the midst of her cancer evilness.
for years i literally disappeared.
whereas now, things are rather different.
i am 53 and now rediscovering my own way to live.

(sorry to drag a fun thread into a dark corner, but hey, you asked ()

Karl posted this on the "why aren't you posting" thread, re an old ILX thread:

B) i don't recognize the person that wrote it, while also feeling really, really dumb and recognizing that's still me,

I found an old post of mine from 2004 under an old nickname that was so misogynist and nasty I was shocked. I think this was from a period of time I came here just to troll Geir (who I'd heard of) and I stayed to troll other people, but it felt so surprising that I would find it acceptable to say something like that, even to a stranger.

fwiw, I think the most durable area of continuity between my younger self and present self are what I find pleasure in.

when I examine this it makes sense. seeking pleasure is one of the two biggest motivators for most of our actions, along with avoiding what we fear. life tends to modify our fears at a faster rate than our pleasures, so pleasures have a greater continuity.

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I’m hardly the same person who voted in this poll.

This helps me to believe in the continuity of self:

https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2d/76/c9/2d76c958bbda9baeae73a642adb49e75.jpg

Depressing if true

I had a severe tbi 5 years ago. A very good friend asked me at about 3 months post-injury, just after my release from in-patient-dom, “do you notice differences in your personality or behavior?” My response then was “i am definitely the same, just worse.” By which I meant that my previous defects or weaknesses—in say, executive function, or in navigating between tasks, or in managing conflicting instructions— were now hugely magnified. (Later, and over time, I would learn that I was now um, very dysfunctional in certain roles). Anyhow, my response backinaday was not a bad take for where I was, then.

Buuut there was a universe of other differences that I could NOT really perceive. It took a long time to persuade me, but the recovering TBI patient can have an extraordinary lack of insight. For all the difference that I could notice, there was so so much more that I could not see. And that I STILL cannot see. Because I still feel like, just “me.”

There are many tasks for which you can say “ah, I used to be able to do x, now I cannot,” and that inability to do is plain to you, as a patient and person.

However, it took much more time to make me BELIEVE that “in the past I would have felt like y and acted like z, while now I would feel and act differently.” Gaining even that level of insight years, and a lot if heartbreak. Having your partner say “you are not the person I knew,” that is hard. And it’s not either persons fault. And it is not to be cured. Your “self” changed in ways you don’t perceive. But everyone else does.

oh there is no self only behaviour, surely every fule knoes that?
& since there can be no self I can't complete this.
For there is no I

Loved your post, Hunt3r.

That reminds me of the plot of the film The Mind Benders (1963) starring Dirk Bogarde in which he goes into an isolation tank and then gets mentally reprogrammed while his brain is soft and then his wife knows he's a different person but he fights her over it.

Never heard of it but def will search out if i can!

Great post hunt3r

TY all. Been reupping my 90s zen sitting and thinking, I find its been more effective than a lot of other things at settling myself.🤷🏻‍♂️

Yes, great post Hunt3r.

Dirk Bogarde was a great actor and animal advocate, on top of being really dreamy.