Do facts and behavior patterns make up the entirety of a person? Everyone gets a piece of the story, no two alike ever. Are these pieces adaptations to the person at hand, or actual fragments of a whole?
What do you do when you realize you don't exist?
I would add to that a question as to whether or not I'm a placator, a yes-man, but I'd just get placating answers in return.
You're blind and talking to a wall. You memorize every detail of that wall, each whorl and crevice in the wood, the smell of the paint. Do you know the person behind that wall?
It is you who I think does not understand. God help me if I'm becoming a teenager again.
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