Your identity seems easy enough. Who you are, what you do, things you like. But is constructing your identity really all that easy? How about sharing that identity with the world?
Living in 1705, writing about yourself wasn’t the most normal thing. If it was 1705 , I’d be expressing myself through words in a diary or just keeping some of my more private thoughts in one place. This wouldn’t have to be necessarily writing things down especially since illiteracy was a big issue. I might just be keeping small things that were apart of bigger memories.
In 1805, I might be more inclined to keep art work. Some might be of myself, some might be what I’d be interested in. I’d have any art and write something short about it. Since mirrors weren’t invented yet, I’d be curious to how other people saw me and what my appearance made them assume about me. I would most likely rely heavily on others opinions.
In 1905, hopefully I’d be the lucky percent that is literate (I’d like think I’d be) and be able to keep a real journal. Document my deepest thoughts on religion and boys and that really good dinner I just went to and what people are wearing. Anything my heart desired. I could control who could see it or who i’d talk about it with.
In 2005, I was a dorky little 8 year old that wasn’t allowed to join FaceBook or have a cell phone. My identity was my journal with Zac Efron’s face on it, who I hung out with and what we did at recess, and who I talked to on my home phone. Things would have been different if I was 18 though (hopefully). I’d probably be on Facebook thinking of the next clever status to update and monitoring likes on my newest profile picture. I’d sit on my dinosaur of a computer and “Facebook Stalk” my newest crush hoping that one day soon, my 967 (with 3 pending) friends will be liking our new “Facebook Official” relationship status.