Modules
Over the endless epochs since my arrival on the planet, I have grown quite tired of a concept that many humans feel is somehow absolutely necessary. This concept is consistency.
Christian and I have talked over the years about a concept we call mental modules. Our mind is made of myriad modules that take turns as the protagonist in our consciousness. Some are more extroverted than others. Some are so introverted that they only carry out their meanderings backstage. But they all have influence on our so-called personality. I have mentioned the idea several times before, including here, tady and femole.
Given this idea, we consist of multitudinous selves that may or may not interact with one another. It sounds scrumptiously colloquially schizoid! My module with a touch of obsessive compulsive disorder is getting all sweaty as I type this, even if it is not the protago-module at the moment. The key is that the module that is mostly in the forefront should be able to keep competing (read - contradictory) modules at bay. One doesn’t want to never be able to make a clear decision, of course. Or, rather, I don’t want to never be able to make a clear decision. I can’t speak for all humans, all of which have within myriad modules swimming in their subconscious soup. Some may be just fine not being able to ever make a clear decision. But I find myself at least to an extent drawn towards the atrocious word I mentioned earlier: consistency.
The problem which really isn’t a problem because it is the way humans’ consciousness works is multiplicity and the impossibility of unity. I consider the “science” (I laughingly call it it a science) of psychology an abomination for the following reason: psychologists seek to draw forth from all the modules the, um, “true” module (read - true self) and consign all other modules to the pit. They do this with emotional manipulation and drugs. Hooray for them! The result is a person who perhaps fits into society like a lubed up amoeba into a stagnant pond, diluted and filed down, devoid of the tang and pointy edges that gave that person’s personality a unique character. Psychologists need to die. It’s the only solution.
Multiplicity is the natural state. This “demand” for unity of “self” is basically a type of social violence. The answer isn’t subduing the majority of modules out whilst letting one reign almighty, barely allowing the rest to get an idea across. Awareness and co-habitation are the way to go. A community of modules! A culture or society of modules, even! Right there swimming around in the soup of your personality. Imagine that! Imagine that.