
In wonder if you always know for sure who you are at the moment?
At the moment I am just sure that I am not Kieran (the one who posted in another thread here and who is apparently very self aware of his own identity) and I do not relate to any of the others who did fill my journal in the last weeks. I also have some problems to recognize my face in the mirror.
I know that I was there yesterday evening when I was 'forced' to participate in a gaming night, which some one apparently promised to colleagues from work. I wasn't in the mood at all, but I realized that I can not let happen, that our social life falls apart completely (it is already suffering quite a lot because I am so scatterbrained and unreliable).
I also woke up this morning with the feeling of being sort of a kindergarten teacher to total chaotic group of beings who were talking and shouting across each other and throwing images at me in my head. Somehow I feel that I have to take care of them and bring some structure to our mind-chaos, because no one else does that.
But I still miss some sort of clear identifier for my self which others of me seem to have. I don't even have a name.
Can anyone relate to that?
Mr. Unkown
