The Really Scary Thing…

…is not knowing which me is nuts. I woke up this morning feeling totally sane and unable to shake the notion that yesterday I gone crazy. Not over the top lunacy, mind you, just your garden variety hypomania. Reading over my last post seems to confirm these suspicions, but here is where things get tricky. Considering my elevated mood hasn’t abated, and I am still feeling more or less like a total badass, it is probable that yesterday me would believe I am crazy now. I don’t feel crazy, but clearly that proves nothing. Now to complicate matters further, even if I could know which one was crazy I still wouldn’t know which was actually me. Even if both are crazy it’s no help. How transient is identity? Our we the sum of the past, of our words and actions? Or is true identity no more indelible than our current state of mind?