« You’re a chameleon », she turned to me and said.
« What do you mean? »
How I used to hate it when she randomly inserted metaphysical wisdom into our ordinary conversations. She explained how I adapted my Self to my surrounding, and if I kept doing that, one day I would simply disappear and become unrecognizable to myself. I wanted to tell her then that it wouldn’t matter much since I had no clue who I was anyway.
It was 8 years ago.
I still feel that way sometimes…