Is this you? Is this the way you are? I remember back when, when I said to myself, no, this me is not me — this is not the way I am. And it was not just that it was not me at my best (though that had some part in it too) but the feeling of this is not how I think, this is not how I feel, this is not how I behave. It was the feeling that this is not me at all, this is a stranger who fills my shoes and my every iota of action and reaction, this is a shadow and a poor cast of a shadow at that — this misshapen soul I do now know from where he comes. I never got used to that person, not completely, though there was a certain acceptance of that state of being that came with time.... I'm better, these days; I definitely feel more myself, and not that I am a bad imitation of some truer me. That other person: he left as mysteriously as he came, and he never even introduced himself.
