When I first lay eyes on a woman that appears interesting, something in my biology propels me to approach her and say hello. What’s your name, she might ask. Bruce Wayne, I may say. Where are you from? Gotham, I reply. She usually gives me a funny look before continuing to play along; Where’s Robin? That’s when I call for my wingman or tell her he is sitting at the bar with Catwoman. Although I can stay in character for quite some time, there is a point in the evening when pulling off the metaphorical mask is necessary to build a connection with her. However necessary, there is something enticing about being in character. I have free rein to be whoever and whatever I want, and can decide to view the world through a different lens. It is not as strange as it sounds; Personality, after all, is partly biological and partly self-constructed. We cannot change what is innate, but we can change our habits, choose our thoughts, tweak our appearance, expand our knowledge and skill set, and construct our belief systems. We can create and live the life of the characters we want to become. Whether we like it or not, who we are today is a direct result of the decisions we’ve made up to this point.
I am engineering another character. This time, it will be a permanent facet of my identity. A long-time ego, which will lead me to the best version of myself.