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One of our most deep-seated fears is that we might be called an "outsider." This fear has led us down the road to conformity, has put the imprint of "the organization man" on our souls, and has robbed us of originality of thought, individuality of personality, and constructive action.
Before we can become who we really are, we must become conscious of the fact that the person who we think we are, here and now, is at best an impostor and a stranger.
Uninvited guests are often most welcome when they leave
I am no longer able to be anonymous.
I feel inauthentic at a party ... Going to a party is a 'low' activity - the authentic self is compromised, fragmented - one plays 'roles.' One isn't fully present, beyond role-playing. One doesn't (can't) tell the full truth, which means one is lying, even if one doesn't literally tell lies.
But there was a streak in me, a perverse one, which prevented me from giving the essential self. This "perversity" always voiced itself thus: "Reveal your true self and they will mutilate you.
Do not be deceived by impostors.
Can't get away from your own self.-- Holly Black
OPIATE, n. An unlocked door in the prison of Identity. It leads into the jail yard.
him." "I'm not allowed
The uncouth hordes of common men are not fit to recognize duly the merits of those who eclipse their own wretchedness.
The individual who has become a stranger to himself has lost the capacity for genuine self-renewal.
into another identity. And I
The solution to the problem of identity is, get lost
A rogue is a roundabout fool.
My identity is without root.
Our sense of being a person can come from being drawn into a wide social unit; our sense of selfhood can arise through the little ways in which we resist the pull. Our status is backed by the solid buildings of the world, while our sense of personal identity often resides in the cracks
[W]hen people are ashamed they hold aloof, above all from those nearest to them, and are unreserved with strangers
unfavorable feeling,
To one full of love:
a stranger is his brother,
a stranger is his sister,
a stranger is his mother,
a stranger is his father.
To one full of self:
a stranger is a nuisance,
a stranger is an intruder,
a stranger is an adversary,
a stranger is a stranger.
Identity is such a crucial affair that one shouldn't rush into it
The authenticity paradox: vulnerability is the last thing I want you to see in me and the first thing I look for in you.
All imposture weakens confidence and chills benevolence.
Intruder on level one. All aliens, please proceed to level one.
You are too free and untamable to be labeled.
Too great a sense of identity makes a man feel he can do no wrong. And too little does the same.
I'm slammed with an identity that can no longer say a word; mute with responsibility.
The universal subjugator, the commonplace.
A vague uneasiness: the police. It's like when you suddenly understand you have to undress in front of the doctor.
Since I don't have actual authority over anybody, Petra, how can it possibly matter if I'm not legitimately authorized?
I came alone and I go as a stranger. I do not know who I am, nor what I have been doing.
Secrets turn powerless in the open air.
I lost my public self, or had it stolenIn a way, it was a form of identity theft.
this word needs to be reworded ==========
Life may more than once call upon you to prove Who You Are by demonstrating an aspect of Who You Are Not.
Whe can't escape who we are
Marks of Identity is, among other things, the expression of the process of alienation in a contemporary intellectual with respect to his own country.
Any loss of identity prompts people to seek reassurance and rediscovery of themselves by testing, and even by violence. Today, the electric revolution, the wired planet, and the information environment involve everybody in everybody to the point of individual extinction.
Unsettled heart. The fetishism of secrecy. These people understood - as I did - the back alleys of the soul, whispers and shadows, money slipping from hand to hand, the password, the code, the second self, all the hidden consolations that lifted
Onealoneappearsasdiverseonaccountofignorance
Unbidden guests
Are often welcomest when they are gone.
It's no accident that most self-help groups use 'anonymous' in their names; to Americans, the first step toward redemption is a ritual wiping out of the self, followed by the construction of a new one.
Don't impersonate. Innovate.
Why do I need ID to get ID?
If I had ID, I wouldn't need ID.-- Mos Def
identify with everything so easily - with your body, your thoughts, your opinions, your roles - and so you suffer. I have released all identification.
That which is not forbidden, is not on that account permitted.
If we don't know who we are, we conceal our true selves and wear the image of others
There are two modes of establishing our reputation; to be praised by honest men, and to be abused by rogues.
Desperate to know your true self. Bring it out; it permits me to bring my uniqueness. I never afraid your true self. Your shadow scar me
This time James Swindler strode into the room. It had always irritated Jack that Swindler had the uncanny knack to give the impression he belonged, regardless of the surroundings. He'd probably look comfortable strolling through Buckingham Palace.
Today, I refuse to be pinned down to an identity. Right away, I want to betray it.
A man who gives himself to be a possession of aliens leads a Yahoo life, having bartered his soul to a brute-master. He is not of them. He may stand against them, persuade himself of a mission, batter and twist them into something which they, of their own accord, would not have been.
Abscond - to move in a mysterious way, commonly with the property of another.
Man is the sole animal whose nudities offend his own companions, and the only one who, in his natural actions, withdraws and hides himself from his own kind.
He who is reluctant to recognize me opposes me.
I cannot well repeat how there I entered,
We are betrayed by what is false within
While the impostor draws his identity from past achievements and the adulation of others, the true self claims identity in its belovedness. We encounter God in the ordinariness of life: not in the search for spiritual highs and extraordinary, mystical experiences but in our simple presence in life.
I can't move. I'm paralyzed in the middle of the street, like the donkey in that Aesop's fable who couldn't choose between the bales of hay. They'll find me in years to come, still frozen to the spot, clutching my credit card.
Anonymous blog comments, vapid video pranks and lightweight mash-ups may seem trivial and harmless, but as a whole, this widespread practice of fragmentary, impersonal communication has demeaned personal interaction.
I used to hate being recognised.
Inauthenticity is endemic in American politics today. The political backrooms where I spent much of my career were just as benighted as my personal life, equally crowded with shadowy strangers and compromises, truths I hoped to deny. I lived not in one closet but in many.
Warm smiles, they do not make you welcome here
I speak the password primeval; I give the sign of democracy.
Security, we have a jumper! Security?
Figure out who you are.
outsider. You do what you want, say what you want, and move on when you've worn out your welcome.
Man, some open doors were not welcoming, and that was so the case here - less hi-how're-ya, more come-in-so-your-skin-can-be-used-to-make-a-super-hero-cape-for-one-of-Hannibal-Lecter's-patients.
I am an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort.
Some days you just want to get dressed and go about your business. But if you're a woman, you can't, because there is no unmarked woman.
Despite his recent pang of desire for human company of any kind, the very first word addressed to him in reality instantly elicited his usual, unpleasant and irritable feeling of disgust towards any stranger who came into contact with him, or showed the slightest wish to do so. 'I
Ignorance is worse than authorization.
couldn't find a way into a way outFind-- Dick Russell
Unwinds exist in the constant shadow of betrayal.
Armed I am with love. Disarmed I am.
Your need for acceptance can make you invisible in this world.
attack was coming. The
The exhausting manipulation and control it takes to protect an identity based on circumstances will crush our hearts and hide the best of who we are behind a wall of insecurity.
When rogues fall out, honest men get into their own.
I felt my true, unworthy self to be far away from his clutching grasp, hidden from his admiring gaze.
Ugliness is a letter of credit for some special purposes.
Unblest is he who thinks himself unblest.[15]
You bang the door behind you and you may be gone forever, or never seen again, oh untraceable you.
When one is a stranger to oneself then one is estranged from others too. If one is out of touch with oneself, then one cannot touch others.
men and women who'd constantly filed through our common room, wearing hoodies and piercings - uniform in their aversion to uniformity - to
In certain company
Often the uninvited
We react
We transform one another
Identity is a prison you can never escape, but the way to redeem your past is not to run from it, but to try to understand it, and use it as a foundation to grow.
It is sometimes expedient to forget who we are.
Now I escort the last of the customers out, close the store and go home to my bed, I'm beat." I walked over to the door and flipped the sign.
"Is that an invitation?
Alienation is perhaps the most effective tool of control in America, and every reminder of our real connectedness weakens that tool.
Faced with parts of ourselves that we do not recognize, would like perhaps not to recognize, we deny the kinship, and often lean away from the new and into the old, accentuating the familiar qualities that complement the strange new ones.
Barrons cut her a hard look. "Some of us are more useful and important than others."
"My ass, you are," Christian growled.
Barrons folded his arms. "Who let the Unseelie in here?
When I got to the street, I walked boldly. But I was always accompanied by an agonizing thought: the fear that honest people may be thieves who have chosen a cleverer and safer way of stealing.
When a society is criticised by outsiders, its members wince but shrug their shoulders. 'What you can expect from strangers?' is the feeling. When the attack comes from within, no such indulgence is shown. 'He was one of us,' runs the refrain.
Primitive people alienate themselves in their mana, their totem; civilized people in their individual souls, their egos, their names, their possessions, and their work: here is the first temptation of inauthenticity.
I am not the we of anyone-- J.m. Coetzee
I can't give up my own identity.
Human identity is the most fragile thing that we have, and it's often only found in moments of truth.
A friend to honesty and a foe to crime
Id me didn't have to be concerned with long-term consequences. He was my instinctive, primitive self, driven by my most primal impulses. I wondered, briefly, if 'id' and 'idiot' came from the same root.