I spend a lot of mental time worrying over being a thing/not-a-thing and how either of those realities might affect the rest of my life (outside of how I happen to be identifying myself.) (By which I mean how I think about the rest of my life, of course.)
This looks so similar to a particular picture from six or seven years ago that upon first seeing it I thought it was that one and was made uncomfortable.
Why should it be surprising that I resemble myself?
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