Curiosity of the mind
Strangely enough, my job requires lots of persona mapping yet never once I figured out my own. But I could rant on a few.
Number 1 used to spend loads of time wandering around the streets, deeply inhaled the scent of falls, did lots of night walks, and took random but enjoyable photos. There is still always a piece of my soul there, waiting to rejoice.
The 2nd one deems the opposite. Stressed over reality, I got little time for dozing off, quick coffee chat or work session at coffee. Less random dates, more booked appointments/ career orientation kinda meets. In and out the pub quite often. I don’t know how to call this persona though, just me being an adult?
Another persona, some days, shuts the drapes close and only connects with the jazz-filled stories of Haruki Murakami or Keigo. I don’t check any messages, emails or anything that needs human contact.
I could think of few more but I am kinda lazy to drag this journal. One gets worked up everytime I travel to a secluded beach, one gets anxious and doubtful whenever losing a good friend, etc.
“Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes” (Carl Jung). These days I am more alone on my own, I wonder how many more personas I have inside me. Which one that people perceive me of. Or bs like when the pandemic seems better, which persona I should put forward.
