(I don’t identify as much with my body as some other people apparently do. It’s the only flesh I have ever been incarnated in so it has a lot of sentimental value but it fundamentally isn’t me. It’s a thing that I have.)
Yeah, but what happens to you if that thing breaks? ☹️
After having my body break, I learned both that I was more attached to my former body than I thought, and became acutely aware of how tied up my identity was with my new, broken body.
… it’s a strange way to acquire an emotional understanding of identity and one’s own body. Would not recommend. Take a philosophy class like a normal person, you’ll be happier for it, I promise.
Yeah, but what happens to you if that thing breaks? ☹️
After having my body break, I learned both that I was more attached to my former body than I thought, and became acutely aware of how tied up my identity was with my new, broken body.
… it’s a strange way to acquire an emotional understanding of identity and one’s own body. Would not recommend. Take a philosophy class like a normal person, you’ll be happier for it, I promise.
After mine broke i found myself more alienated from it than ever before. Being crippled fpr a few years while i rebuilt it was just like being poor.
Edit: like being poor, but less fake.