If The World Was Full of People Like Me, I'd Leave
52Sometimes it's nice to fantasize about the world being full of people just like you. Who could you get along with better than yourself? In the long run, the answer is anyone but yourself.
The novelty of it, having someone to talk to that is interested in the same things and has the same opinions, is interesting but it would end in a stagnation of ideas. How fun is it to talk to yourself now, honestly?
Personally, a world filled with people like me is the last thing I would want to see. I'm pig-headed, lazy, loud, competitive, and am plagued with anxiety problems. I mean, I have my good points: I'm pretty intelligent, kind hearted, determined, and very open; but these qualities don't make a perfect person, and definitely not a perfect society.
What if They Were Born to Be Like Me?
It's interesting to talk about this, because when someone says anything about "a world full of people just like you," then they are thinking about the you right then, at that moment in time. But in reality, people's personalities are formed over the course of their lifetime. Abusive or coddled childhoods, interests parents or friends pushed them towards or away from, the general growing up experience and the things that occur during it all affect how someone turns out when they are older.
Say a whole generation of children was born with innate characteristics just like mine. Ten years of births that took a chunk of my genetic code. They all have my inherited health and mental problems. Each of these children has a different family and a different life ahead of them.
Some households are warm and loving, with no hints of abuse: Maybe those children won't have my uncontrollable anger, self-esteem problems, or need to have control over any situation.
On the other hand, some parents might treat the child like a sort of burden, talking to it like garbage or not shoving any love at all: Those children might not have any self-esteem at all,not be able to thrive intellectually, or worse yet, might turn to extreme forms of escapism.
The combination of situations to form a personality into adulthood is endless, and I doubt that they would all end up like I am now.
I Don't Want Me
Having a world full of me from childhood up would be more bearable than a world full of people like me now, in my 20s and slightly disgruntled. I'd rather go into exile than deal with billions of lazy, apathetic, stubborn people who will argue with anyone who has even slightly different opinions.
Overall, I see myself as an interesting person, but I am not good to spend time with. Especially not lots of time. I get sick of being around most people after 48 hours, even people I care about. I'm fairly sure a society or world based around me would not be a friendly place in the least, and why would I want that?
