When he finally managed to fix what had always bothered him about his appearance, he completely lost his mojo. That special thing about him suddenly disappeared.
It could be that whatever I find to be the most annoying aspect about my personality, about my appearance, about how I think I present myself, is my most valuable mark. I take it away and I’m just like anybody else.
The secret is to be who you are. Rather than wanting to change who you are, be it.
So far, this is mainstream popular psychology.
Tonight, I’ve been thinking: how does that work if you changed from one second to the other? If, because of an accident, you become, to the rest of the world, someone else, without really being someone else?