After so long, I finally felt myself this weekend. I was able to hear myself think, sprawl langorously doing absolutely nothing but immerse in my me-ness. I also did not bathe as much as my mother would want (which is what, every hour on the hour) but I honestly think a little filth is good for the soul. It keeps you on your toes, somewhat.

In this me-ness I wonder just how much of my acts and decisions are made solely by myself. If I were to take out the obstructions in my life (and not necessarily in a bad sense), I wonder what kind of person I would be, what my notion of a future would look like? Fortunately, nobody makes it a point to impose themselves on my life but even then, I feel like searching for that part of me who will make a decision that carries no other motives but my own.

I may never get to that point but it's a question worth asking, anyway.