Do you some­times won­der who you are or are you done ask­ing this ques­tion? It’s not easy to answer at best and it may not be some­thing you’d like to speak out loud at worst. Even worse, the answer changes with you. If you once knew, you may not know any­more because you’ve evolved. I don’t reg­u­larly think of it but now and then peo­ple say some­thing that prompts me to pon­der this very ques­tion and it is get­ting harder and harder to come up with an answer.

Truth is, I don’t know who I am. Not for sure, any­way. I know that there is some­thing dark in me. Still, I’m not an evil per­son even though peo­ple accuse me of being too detached. I fake a lot of human inter­ac­tions because it is the eas­i­est way to han­dle peo­ple. To give them some­thing they can under­stand. Fact is, I don’t under­stand quite a lot of human … liv­ing. I don’t feel like oth­ers do. I see things … dif­fer­ently. I’m cold and remote. I’m charm­ing if I so choose. No mat­ter how much I think on that the answer eludes me. I do not know who I am. Per­haps I should start by assert­ing who I am not.

Seems like it’s worth con­sid­er­ing. Right now, I don’t have the answer and I really won­der: does anyone?