Do you ever get the feeling that you are watching yourself walk through life, almost disconnected from yourself, unable to control or change your own actions?
I do, quite frequently in fact. I seem to spend a lot of time seemingly floating outside myself, watching myself carry out my day. I feel like I am watching a movie of my own life. Don’t get me wrong, I am aware of my actions, aware that I control whatever it is that I do. Sometimes though, I could be stood several feet away from myself, a casual observer to my own existence.
Being an observer of myself I find I have a level of objectivity that perhaps I would not have if I were not continually watching the girl that looks like me live. I do not always feel like I know her very well, she can be a bit of an enigma to me.
She plods on, does her work, eats her lunch (she seems to be unaware I am here) I watch her from the other side of the looking glass.
Who is more real, the girl in real life, or the one who stands apart from her, watching?
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