I am conscious of myself and become myself only while revealing myself for another, through another, and with the help of another. The most important acts constituting self-consciousness are determined by a relationship toward another consciousness. The very being of man (both external and internal) is the deepest communion. To be means to communicate; to be means to be for another, and through the other, for oneself. A person has no internal sovereign territory, he is wholly and always on the boundary: looking inside himself, he looks into the eyes of another. I cannot manage without another. I cannot become myself without another. I must find myself in another by finding another in myself (in mutual reflection and mutual acceptance).
Mikhail Bakhtin, Theory of Socialization (via mama-panther)
All I see are slivers of people in me, chopped up little pieces of others I've internalized and made into some collage. It feels false, like something that doesn't actually exist. Yet, I know it's mine, I know it's me. I just wish I could see something more...I don't know. Whole?
I grow frustrated with the identity of hodgepodge American culture immigrants are left to construct, those of us who left too young to hang on to a home that no longer exists in the present are effectively socialized in our mother culture by our immigrant families at home. It's like watching the same VHS over and over again, without having a contemporary perspective you can experience firsthand. Yeah, some of my friends keep me in the loop a little bit, but I live here, not there.
Soy Argentino, pero de memoria, nomás. Who the fuck am I? Who are my people? Why do I just feel like a bunch of parts instead of one whole and, maybe worse, why does that hurt so bad?
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