the human dimension.

sometimes it feels like we each have many skins.  shells that we put on or take off.  discard.  reuse.  hide beneath.  wrap ourselves up in.  each offering some amount of comfort or reason at different times.  for a long time i fought with myself over these feelings and longed for a merging of selves.  hoping that some sort of consolidation of perspectives might give inner peace or resolution...lately though i've come to accept the variability of being, and with it a kind of numbing sensation with regards to my responses and interactions.  i used to describe the feeling to myself as if 'careening through life'.