Does anyone else feel an “ick” when people reduce themselves only to identity?
Sometimes I get this strange feeling when I see people completely revolve their existence around being “a girl” or “a man.”
Like everything becomes about being pretty enough, masculine enough, desirable enough, aesthetic enough, alpha enough.
And honestly, I understand why it happens. Identity makes existence feel more structured. It gives certainty in a very uncertain life. Humans want to feel seen, wanted, and like they belong somewhere.
So this is not hatred toward people at all. I see the pain and conditioning underneath it.
But still, something in me feels sad seeing humans reduce themselves to a role so deeply that they stop seeing themselves beyond it.
You are not just a girl.
You are not just a man.
Before all of that, you are a living being experiencing existence itself.
I don’t know. Maybe this sounds abstract, but it gives me this bittersweet feeling.