Of course if I trace the details of how I got here I can come up with an explanation, but on a gut level I'm still not convinced. The me sitting here and the image of me I have are out of sync. To put it another way, I don't particularly need to be here. but nonetheless here I am. I know I'm being vague,
but you understand me, don't you?
I fnd it hard to talk about myselt. I'm always tripped up by
the eternal who am I? paradox. Sure, no one knows as much
Dure data about me as me. But when I talk about myself. all
sorts of other factors - values, standards, my own limitations
as an observer - make me, the narrator, select and eliminate
things about me, the narratee. I've always been disturbed by
the thought that I'm not painting a very objective picture
of myself.