Today's post, Which Parts Are "Me"? was originally published on 22 October 2008. A summary (taken from the LW wiki):

 

Everything you are, is inside your brain. But not everything inside your brain is you. You can draw mental separation lines, which can make you more reflective.


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The problem is when I find myself getting in the way of even the parts I call "me". The joy of helping someone, or for that matter, the sadness of death - these emotions that I judge right and proper, which must be me if anything is me - I don't want those feelings diminished.

You spoke of wrong emotions going away when you stared directly at them and saw them for what they were, but not of what happens if you do this with right emotions, only expressed the fear that they would also go away. Have you tried the experiment?

ETA: I notice that you wrote Harry Potter's clear perception of reality and of his ideals as both strengthening his Patronus and vanquishing the Dementor.

ETA2: There ought to be a version of the Medusa legend in which, when a hero with sufficiently clear perception looks at it, it turns to stone.

Does anyone have stories about triggering this shift? I don't remember the time when I didn't think this way. I was a very consciously stoical child. (i.e. at some point in 2nd or third grade, when my parents offered to buy me the American Girl doll accessory I said I wanted, I said they should wait, because I felt like I wanted it now but if I really wanted it, I'd still want it in a month so we should wait and see. I'm not sure how I triggered on all this).