I have been thinking about the human capacity for change. Humans live a dichotomous life, of both needing and embracing change, as well as hating and ignoring it, sometimes at the same time. It is necessary for us to make constant adjustments to our characters as we learn and age. Often we change our behaviour in some areas to allow ease to ourselves or others, or to disallow it. Occasionally, because we judge the change too great, we isolate ourselves from our consciences and make excuse to allow us to stay the same. We all know some extreme cases of these, their families are embarrassed of them, their colleagues laugh behind their hands, even strangers see the unease they feel. But they themselves live behind a shoddily constructed myth. They will often self-deprecatingly bring up the things people say about them, to show their condescension of that view. If they admitted what they are aware of, they would have to change everything. If we don't make the small changes in ourselves everyday, we will become a stunted person, a parody of personality, because personalities that don't change are just fiction, a person in a story is the only one that doesn't change.
This might be quite harsh, I'm actually inspired by a book character, so maybe I shouldn't be so hard on her for being immature.
