It Is Not Me

I looked at the mirror at the men's room today and I saw a different person. It is not me that I am staring at! (Cue Twilight Zone theme.) It must be stress or fatigue, but it really just didn't happen overnight.

It all started last Friday, when I crammed myself with too many things to do in so little time. Saturday, I took some of my colleagues out for a few drinks and got home at around 4 am. I wasn't able to go to the gym nor play badminton over the weekend. Yesterday, I started acting differently. It was an entirely different me that I dare not acknowledge. But I have no choice because that is the life I am currently living.

Last night, the starkest manifestation of my evolution presented itself to me as a shock. I brought one of my friends to a local massage parlor, the one where you get "extra service." He offered to treat me to a "massage." Alas, I declined! Me?!? Decline such an offer?!? Since when??? Well, since last night. I never imagined it would happen but it did. I was beyond myself last night. I was so tired and stressed out that I didn't even bother if the "massage" was free. I just wanted to go home and get some zzzs.

That alone shouts that I am not myself anymore.

And it didn't stop there. This morning, I woke up rather irated over the fact that my brothers didn't want me to go with them to pick up my parents and my grandmother from the airport. They wanted me to take our little sister to school instead. I figured, the driver could take her to school and I could absent myself from work in the morning. I would rather be there welcoming my parents and salivating over the chocolates they brought home.

And so it was that my entire morning became so affected by my morning rush of ire that I unintentionally wrote a very rude letter to our general manager. Talk about insubordination. The letter asked me when is the most convenient time for us to meet. I replied with a very staunchy, "I think we have to meet some other time...." Good grief! I thought I had to prepare myself to get my last paycheck by tomorrow. I guessed I had to pack my things immediately! It's a good thing that our general manager is so forgiving that she brushed the rudeness aside.

I tell you, right now, I feel funny. I don't feel like me. I need to hit the gym to regain my oldself. I don't even know who I have become!

So if someone asks me now who I am, this would be my reply:

"Who am I? I'm Spiderman."