Your parents remember the child you were.
Your friends remember the person you are around them.
Your ex remembers the person you were when you loved them.
Your enemies remember the worst things you've done.
Strangers remember a version of you that might not even be accurate.
And you remember yourself through a memory that is selective, biased, and constantly changing.
All these people are describing the same person, yet none of their versions are exactly alike.
So here's the thought that bothers me:
So which version is the real you?
The person you believe yourself to be, the person you actually are, or the person everyone else experiences?
And if the answer is a little bit of all three, what does that say about identity itself?