There are many circumstances in life that shape who we are. Some of these circumstances can have a large impact in shaping who we are, and others can simply change a small portion of who you feel you are. The other night made me question the type of person I am, if only because I based it off of a comment I wanted to make, but didn't. 

There was a man who scolded me for treating his friend unfairly. He exclaimed that it was okay for me to be sarcastic and mean, as long as I made an attempt to be nice and genuine with people in between - an act he claimed I shared with him. 

Instantly, I was infuriated. 

What upset me the most was that he placed a certain value on all of these 'experiences' he had with me. These experiences led him to assume a certain image of me. In essence, he felt as though he knew me well enough to suggest corrections to my behavior. He's known me for two weeks. 

If I'm still struggling to find out what kind of person I am, then I don't think that someone else can figure that out for me. Or maybe I'm just being bitchy because my new computer hasn't come in yet. Either way, I could write for hours about this incident and what it means, but I think I'd rather get some sleep first. 

Tags: Philosophy