Oh, and incidentally -- I often lose mental arguments. In the sense that nothing is resolved, and every participant ends the exchange thinking his opponent is something of a twit on the subject.
"No matter how many of me there are, none of us wants to do my math homework!"
I see that you are foolishly having mental arguments with yourself, rather than with your mental copies of other people.
Actually, I do both... in fact, I suppose I always do the latter, although sometimes it's with a Generic Other Person template rather than an actual instantiated model.
I also have long conversations with a model whose sole role in existence is to not quite understand what I mean by anything I've said, thereby encouraging me to explain everything carefully and in detail.
That sounds like a lot of work. I mean, clearly useful, but smacks of effort.
Sometimes I find it kinda satisfying to argue with a model whose sole role is to be not quite clever enough to refute things successfully. Not a very useful excercise (except for stress relief), but it can be fun.
Ahhh...but you see, there are those who would argue that the mental copies of other people are, in large part, aspects of yourself that agree with, or at least can concede the point of, said copies. Something to the effect of "If you didn't have/haven't had that in you, you couldn't relate to it/take its position at all." In essence, at some level you are indeed having the argument with yourself.
I would argue that the mental copies of other people are not reflections of yourself but rather portions of that other person that you understand.
To give an example, I had the most wonderful discussions with a co-worker during which we rarely agreed, but I was able to understand a little bit about his priorities. I understood that he put one value (i.e. safety) above another value (i.e. freedom) and that a lot of his view of the world stemmed from that. Now, in that example, I would put freedom above safety, which meant that in many political discussions I was coming from a different viewpoint.
If I were to have mental discussions with him, I could use that understanding to construct his answers. They might often be incorrect, but I would be working from an understanding rather than a sharing— and often, would be a POV I completely disagreed with.
Actually, I tend to fall in your camp, but the more I think about it and experience my self, the more weight I put on the idea. Not that those parts we disagree with are the whole of or even primary parts of our 'self,' but that something in me "gets it."
Example (that I don't much like to admit): When working at a golf course with several guys from Mexico, I would occasionally find myself (usually when I was very tired from being up too late and then getting to work at 5:30 am) grumbling about "why did I have to (pick up trash, work out in the rain, etc.) when those Mexicans have less education than me, etc., ad nauseum."
I will argue with my family and anybody else about overt/subtle racism and elitism toward the under-educated. I believe firmly that they are Not Desirable Things. I signed on for the same job they did. But when it comes right down to it, there is in me some echos (or perhaps some honest-to-goodness expressions) of both of those things I hate. Or to use your example, but not put words in your mouth, I would tend to value freedom over security (not sure what 'ratio' I would be comfortable with, but that's where I would land), but there is something in me that agrees with your co-worker and thinks that it might like security more than freedom, even if it is just the part of me that fears the unknown. Perhaps I only share a piece of it, but it is shared nonetheless.
Not saying it's true in every case, just that I notice it more than I'd like in myself.
It was in fact my father that I was arguing with, mentally. *sigh*
Yeah, I hear that. One of the worst things for me about my dad's death was that I had a much worse relationship with his "ghost" in my head than I ever had with him. Happily, that seems to have been put to rest for some years now.