I tried to write tonight. Then I accidentally refreshed the browser 3 paragraphs in. I am exhausted, and can’t spare more energy to start over, or try to write anything else.
What a disappointment.
I’ll tell you something scary, though. When you think you are encountering yourself. You meet someone, and you see reflections of your own behavior patterns, but they only pertain to one thing. What really makes it scary is at that point, you don’t know if that person is mirroring the behavior that you’d be exhibiting in the specific instances you think you’re encountering, or if that person just doesn’t like you, or, well, who knows at that point, because if it isn’t a reflection on yourself, then you have no idea what you are dealing with.
It looks like you.
It moves like you.
It acts like you.
But on the inside, you could get anything.