ommetaphobia

Wow, I just had a moment of Cartesian doubt.
Do you sometimes get the sense that your entire life is just an elaborate dream? Yesterday night it felt as if I'd experienced a rare moment of lucidity. You know those you get when you're dreaming when you realize that things aren't making as much sense as you thought they were? I don't think I woke up...Or did I? It's a bit disconcerting to feel the uncertainty of one's existence. Cogito Ergo sum? I'm not really sure. The fact that I can think does ascertain the existence of a consciousness but what of me? What of the seence of who I am? Or rather of whom I think I am... How can I be certain of anythign else in the world if I can't even be certain of what exactly I am? Does it matter really?

You know... I don't actually believe I'm ever going to age or die. When I see a photograph as myself as a child, it's very hard for me to be able to connect that image of a person that seems to resemble me with myself. I don't know. it's not like I think I'm invincible or that I'm going to run in traffic tomorrow.. but death seems to be something that happens to others. Like a myth or something. I know it's weird of me to say so, but I truly feel this way. I guess everyone sort of feels like they're the center of the universe...or wonders whether there is an "everyone". I guess I just tend to think too much about things...