Mes

Someone once told me that by reading my blog, he learned more about me that way.

Now, now.

Is that really true?

There is a me at work, one of me at home, another one of me with friends, and one of me with the significant other.

And then, finally, there is the one who writes in this blog.

Who is he learning about, anyway?

All these mes, they're different, aren't they?

We don't laugh the same, nor do we tell the same jokes. We don't talk about the same things, we can snap from introvert to extrovert in a milisecond.

It makes me (the one typing this post right now) wonder if there is a time when all of these mes will come together someone.

But, who really is this person then?

Me?