I’ve been trying to decide lately if it is possible to act like the same person in completely different environments with completely different people and I’m pretty convinced that it’s not. And that has made me wonder how genuine I really am… how genuine everyone really is. If our environments and the people that surround us influence our behavior so drastically, is anyone really themselves? Or are you only yourself when you are alone? Or, possibly, I guess the most probable, is that you are just different aspects of yourself in different environments. But even that doesn’t seem right to me. I just don’t know.
Anyway, I took a nap today and had a horribly vivid dream in which I was visiting the States while I was on my exchange in Argentina (which didn’t actually happen) and it ended with me crying hysterically to my sister (in my dream) about how I didn’t want to finish my exchange and I just wanted to stay in the States since in Argentina, I was without my family and friends. The entire dream just really confused me… I don’t think I’ve ever had a dream that was actually set in a past time of my life before. And it makes me wonder why I even had that dream at all.
I’m so disoriented. All the time.
