Shoutbox

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Originally posted by Meksilon


This is basically a representation of what someone is compared to who they think they are. The blob is who you really are, this is your true self. The house is who you think you are, this is your self concept. And half of it isn't even in the blob. So psychologically speaking a person knows very little about himself. And then there's the area of illusion - which is who he thinks he is, but he isn't. Your self concept develops between he ages of 3 and 5, and for the rest of your life you protect, maintain and enhance it. Yes, there are ways to grow - to know more about yourself, however we're talking average joe here.

A person is making a decision based on their self concept. If you don't think it exists, we can test it with human emotions, like say embarrassment. Embarrassment is when someone is very self conscious and has let someone else see a part of their blob they want to pretend doesn't exist. Often they do not attribute that part of the blob to their self concept, since mostly good things go into it. People are hostile about who they think they are, and it impairs their vision to make clear and wise decisions. For instance an anorexic who thinks she's fat will starve herself and throw up trying to loose weight. But if only she realised that she's only fat in her area of illusion and that actually in her blob she is far far underweight! No I do not believe in euthanasia.

Daniel

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Uh... blob? Couldn't you come up with a better name for such an arbitrary theory?

Let's say my house is completely outside the blob. No, let's say it's many miles away, in a small barn in Yorkshire. Now let's assume my blob has terminal cancer and is in great pain. This is a pretty screwed blob. It has nothing left to live for, no hope of becoming a nice healthy blob again. It has several weeks left of pain and agony before it finally plasmolises. Should it wait those weeks?

So now let's assume it's not prepared to wait those weeks. What does it do? Have a blobby party, meet up with some blobby friends and get blobby pissed? Don't think so. It's lying there on the blobby bed, with its blob family around it, all wishing it would be out of pain. Let's face it: it's going to die anyway; it's in great pain; it's not a hell of a lot of good just lying there. So now tell me where your house theory fits in?

Oh, and by the way, in the meantime, my house spontaneously blew up, didn't anyone notice? Of course not. My blob didn't care about telling anyone how great it was, it was dying in torture and quite frankly didn't give a shit about bragging about its personality and general blobbiness.

But wait - replace 'blob' with something more suitable - 'human' maybe - and it suddenly makes sense!