I'm quite a confident person.
At least, I think I am.
Well, I thought I was.
But maybe I'm not.
And what if I thought I was but found out I was'nt?
Perhaps the person I show to the outside world is not really me, and the real me never really existed after all!
Then where would that leave me, and who would I be, and what would be my place and purpose in this world.
I think I'm going to lie down now and contemplate my confidence and shut my eyes and hope the nasty monster goes away. :scared: :scared: