I refer to my car and my bike as exactly those things ‘my car’ ‘my bike’ because they are things which belong to me, they are not ‘of me’. But then i refer to ‘my arm’ even though it is ‘of me’. I still call it mine. so, what is the ‘me’ that these things belong to? or what is the ‘you’ that your things belong to?

my house
my country
my planet

it’s all mine and you lot can keep your hands off, if you don’t mind.

If I thought I had a soul I might start spouting about that. But I don’t.

My willy.

I think of my body as an object, much like a car or a bike that I can change at will, fix when broken and talk about indifferently. I refer to other people’s bodies in the same way which (so I’m told) can be offensive.

So I guess “me” ends somewhere in my skull.

It’s mostly my skin where I end, apart from at the back of my head. From about my ears back, there extends behind my head a huge dark cone filled with engine rooms full of thoughts and vaults of memories all on shelves.

My brain, my mind, my thoughts.

I guess I am everything that is mine, otherwise it wouldn’t be mine. Interesting question.

will you lot get back over to the stoned thread instead of waffling on in another thread here?!

My brain, my mind, my thoughts.

I guess I am everything that is mine, otherwise it wouldn’t be mine. Interesting question.

I’ll raise you ‘My ex’

I’ll raise you ‘My ex’

It’s still what makes you, you.

Me, I am everywhere, I am omnipotent!

At least I think that’s what the doctor said, could’ve misheard him…