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In there, he talked about the divided self.
In his deeply authentic self, he also loved needlepoint.
But now what we're looking at is not an extension of the physical self, but an extension of the mental self, and because of that, we're able to travel faster, communicate differently.
The other thing that happens is that you have a second self.
Whether you like it or not, you're starting to show up online, and people are interacting with your second self when you're not there.
And suddenly we have to start to maintain our second self.
So, in the same way that you wake up, take a shower and get dressed, you have to learn to do that for your digital self.
They have to go through their primary one, that's already awkward, and then they go through their second self's adolescence, and that's even more awkward because there's an actual history of what they've gone through online.
I was always sending messages to my future self using tape recorders.
And really, when you have no external input, that is a time when there is a creation of self, when you can do long-term planning, when you can try and figure out who you really are.
We're also in the era today of quantified self.
And a lot of it is because women are not able, are not free, to show their face to their self.
And the journey to that place of understanding and acceptance has been an interesting one for me, and it's given me an insight into the whole notion of self, which I think is worth sharing with you today.
We each have a self, but I don't think that we're born with one.
What is real is separateness, and at some point in early babyhood, the idea of self starts to form.
And that self becomes the vehicle for navigating our social world.
But the self is a projection based on other people's projections.
So this whole interaction with self and identity was a very difficult one for me growing up.
The self that I attempted to take out into the world was rejected over and over again.
And my panic at not having a self that fit, and the confusion that came from my self being rejected, created anxiety, shame and hopelessness, which kind of defined me for a long time.
But in retrospect, the destruction of my self was so repetitive that I started to see a pattern.
The self was not constant.
And how many times would my self have to die before I realized that it was never alive in the first place?
I was an anomaly, and my self was rooting around for definition and trying to plug in.
Because the self likes to fit, to see itself replicated, to belong.
My self became defined by otherness, which meant that, in that social world, I didn't really exist.
My dysfunctional self could actually plug in to another self, not my own, and it felt so good.
But the shooting day would end, and I'd return to my gnarly, awkward self.
On the other hand, my definition of self just lost a huge chunk of its credibility.
I had a degree from Cambridge; I had a thriving career, but my self was a car crash, and I wound up with bulimia and on a therapist's couch.
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