I internally snicker when people say they know me and how I am. Don’t they know that I choose the side of myself to show? Different people experience different me’s according to who they are. Can’t they see that I’m trying to fit myself into their molds?
As they are fooled by particular images of me, I silently debate with myself as to which part of me is more me than the rest. If it were a tournament, the time keeper would have slammed the bell infinite times. Too many arguments without a final consensus.
You know who I am you say, maybe you are right but you’ll never know because the only person who is supposed to know does not.