We are extremely malleable in our personalities according to our environment.
(So we never really exactly are "being ourselves" are we?)
Why must everything be in black and white? Why do we go to the extremes and often forget how everything about us lies on a spectrum? Everything about our lives is grey. Everything about us is uncertain. We are not definite creatures. We are indefinite souls that insist on clear definitions.
So there is no one side. Just many.
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