Who are you?

I was thinking the other day that I only know what its like to be me. No one else. And no one else can know what it is like to be me. Its a really freaky moment of self-awareness when you understand this concept. Have you ever stopped to think, what if you werent you -- what if you were someone else? Then you pick that person and poof -- it all gets to be crazy! Because the first thing I do when I am someone else is look back at myself. Its impossible. Ok have I confused the you know what out of you? Are you worried about my sanity or lackthereof?

Happy Sunday

Remember: Ice cream will melt if not placed promptly in the freezer on a hot day.