Watching Myself
Some days I wake up feeling as though I’ve been awake all night, watching myself sleep. As I get up, a feeling that feels something like an out of body experience overwhelms me, and I find that I am watching myself move about through my day.
Chuck Palahniuk’s unnamed protagonist in Fight Club described insomnia as feeling as though everything is a copy of a copy of a copy. I can relate. Although I most certainly do not have insomnia, the feeling of being a copy of a copy of a copy definitely sounds familiar. Except I feel like I am the original, watching the copies do the various things I do on a day to day basis.
It’s hard to explain. Kind of like watching a dream.
