... I'm just wondering what entry of mine that was a reaction to.
Honestly, to be so many people, with no set reality... it's a trip.  It's scary and wonderful and sometimes I'm terrified of it, and sometimes I'm comforted by it. But no matter who I was that day... in the end I come home and I'm still sleeping in the same bed. Still eating the same cheap food. Still looking at the same face in the mirror and dealing with the same wild hair, even if I dye it or cut it off or... whatever.

I don't know who I am.  I know when I walk down the street the person that people see intimidates them and intrigues them and some of them don't hide it, usually the crazy ones, and one way or the other... I end up with... something.  I don't know. 

Gah, I guess we should just talk more?  So I can figure out... the question?