I have found that there are times in life when you become a stranger to yourself.
This has happened to me numerous times - the sensation has been caused as often by external factors as internal: becoming a university student, at the worst of my relationship with Alan, moments abroad when everything around me has been so different I can't figure out who I am much less what's going on where I am, moments of extreme emotion.
Lately I have absolutely found that I am a stranger to myself. Which is just fine, as I have discovered that the stranger phase is one that usually precedes positive change.
Disconcerting, though, isn't it?
Perhaps it's time to spend a little less time wrapped up in my head and more time gazing outwards.
Granted, navel gazing has always been my thing.