Tennyson said "I am a part of all that I have met." Maybe the sum of who we are is a collection of everyone else. It started with our parents, and will continue on with every individual that leaves a fingerprint on our lives. In which case, are any of us our own person? Yes, as I type that, I think so. Because maybe we allow the change. That's what adapting is, changing to fit your surroundings... so in the end I guess it's really our choice. Isn't it?
This post got so far away from it's intended subject, and definitely more philosophical than I had intended. It is what it is.