Im. Well. Old. I mean not super old but I have passed a half century. I have come to the realization that I have a been a different person throughout my life and I can’t say for sure if I even know past versions of me with clarity. I feel I need to point out that I am an unusually static person. Like while I physically change people will comment how Im kinda the same. Which kinda bowls me over when I think about who I was. When I was in gradeschool I could barely talk to other kids. In high school my look changed as I started doing what I decided to do in terms of dress and such and while I was not talkative with people I did not know was very talkative with those who I did but I would interact with other people and did drama and model un. In college I did a bit more drama and got back into choral things and mock trial. In the work world I give presentations and training seminars and between jobs I substitute taught. I got married and I mean I change a lot. But I also didn’t. There is some semblance of self and way of doing things that im pretty sure would be there even if my memory were wiped. I would over think things and gravitate to certain subjects and I bet my likes and dislikes would gravitate in the same direction. Without memories though I would not know my past selves. It makes me sorta get the buddhist thing about what comes forward in rebirth. Its something but its hard to say its anything tangible but it just may well be like the periods in the lives we live. We are the same but we are not the same.