Alienated

Whoever said we were the ones who knew ourselves best? Right now I’ve proven just how wrong that is.

Just when I thought I’ve understood and categorized myself fully… all this time I thought I knew who I really was… and all that I want in my life as a consequence of the personality I’ve defined for myself…

I discover some unexpected things… things that I’ve loathed in others, but now I find they exist in me as well. It saddens me and confuses me… and scares me as well… because now it’s clear I don’t know myself at all. What other things will I uncover? What other hateful, hidden or forcefully forgotten facets of myself are there still left to surprise me? I wonder when… I’ll become a total stranger, to everyone and to myself…