[this is something that I did a while ago and have a sudden yen for finishing. The what tag should bring it all up. You should realize that it is the wrong way round.]
I began to see that it was pointless talking to myselves, I don't listen. What else am I supposed to do here then? Figure this out? All the rest of the mes, that I had to assume are me, haven't.
Am I so up-myself (this one) that I imagine that the only me (this one) can sort the world out?
I suspect that I'm a wee bit further forward than them (the others), but then I would wouldn't I?
And then there's the awful suspicion that your life/mind may be regressing. Was I a better person at twenty,? or am I a better man now? And why are there no girls?
In this whiteness there isn't any high-ground. Just a hell of mes squatting around a nothing sniping at each other with a bit too much knowledge of ourselves. The me three weeks ago looks down on me now but then he hadn't suffered the thing that I had. So I look down on him.
"This is hell?" I ask.
"When did you ever think that you were hell?" One of the mes asked. This was rhetorical, I always felt this.
"Whatever it is, we are us, I, we. We should stop being so up ourselves and do things!"
A young me then.
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Oooh! I didn't realise you could do that with tags!
Note to self. I must add tags.