I have often thought about this question. Who is the “real” me, if such a single entity actually exists? I am a bit of a chameleon, in that I seem to take on the characteristics of whatever group I am in. Having said that, I don’t think it shows weakness of character, because I am really quite strong. In fact, depending on who I am with, I often tone myself down into a gentler old man so as not to be too domineering and opinionated. A friend once said that I was an onion, because I had so many layers.
Who is the real me, the person I know who lives somewhere inside my brain, or the person perceived by others. Of course, there are many of the latter, so am I then a superposition of all the characters perceived by others?
I am sure much has been written about this by clever people, but I have not read too much on the subject. Unfortunately, I am not qualified in the right fields of study to allow me to work this out on my own, so I am interested to see what other members have had to say so far.