Who even reads this shit? What can be said of the self? I could go on about things I like and things I do; but is that really me? Are we defined by the superficial? likes and dislikes? what we look like? how we dress? what we own? what papers hang on our walls saying we are officially more intelligent than some other people (bought and paid/paying for)? I could go on. I say yes, sadly, we are. But you can define a person and categorize them and never really have a clue who that person is.
