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i used to think im a free spirit
im not constrained by rigid plans of the future
limited by absolutes
nor intimidated by risks and uncertainties.

but im not so sure any more.
i prided myself on being flexible and versatile
but explode when things don't go my way.

how i see myself is not exactly what i really am.
i claim to be spontaneous but i always have a to do list.
i love surprises but can't tolerate unexpected guests.

i feel like there's a totally different me in written form
another when talked about and a completely alien one in reality.

But is real really real? Or like most things reality is relative?
And what is the point of reference when talking about what's real?

Take for example a pack of potato chips. The taste is different
when eaten alone and when shared. Or maybe it's just me who thinks so.
I can go on and on but I doubt if I can come up with a satisfactory
conclusion.

Might as well let it rest.