Identity

As I was logging into Blogger, trying to remember which of my 3 (absurdly similar) gmail accounts is my username, I started thinking about identity.

Does anyone ever really think about identity? I mean, besides those identity theft prevention commercials. You've seen them- they're shot at odd camera angles, filled with cheesy horror movie music that fills your living room with pseudo suspense. Some guy in a hoodie sneaks up behind an average looking woman at the checkout counter at Macy's and quite obviously takes a photo of her credit card information with his camera phone. Or a different man (still in a hoodie) pick pockets some man on the street and steals his American Express. If these scenarios actually play out like this, I imagine it would suck. I mean, hoodie guy will spend thousands of dollars at Home Depot, Whataburger, and Best Buy. You don't see it coming, like a harddrive crash. ...Or maybe you know that your pockets are easily pickable but fail to act because you put too much faith in society. I don't know. It doesn't really matter. Identity thieves (?), robbers of identities, the hamburger bandits of credit cards or whatever we call them, are well, a word that's probably a bad idea to write on this blog since I still want to get into college.

But that's aside from the point. The point of me bringing up identity was to get you to consider, what's the difference between identity and identification? Do you know the difference between the way you identify yourself and the way others identify you? Are you okay with that difference? Those are the questions I was asking myself as I logged in today. Honestly, I haven't quite finished answering, so don't feel rushed. Take your time.

-ZMar