I read a lot as a kid. Just saying that seems like an understatement though. As a shy kid who spent most of his time alone, I devoured books on the daily. I would read until the wee hours of the morning just to find out what happened to my favorite characters. I would read to myself for hours and hours, creating pictures to go along with the words in my mind. I often talked to myself and to this day still do while performing mind-numbing tasks.As a result of this, I have a highly developed divided self. The self I project to others is differentiated from the self inside my head. Because of this there is often a disconnect between me agreeing to do something and then actually following through with it. The self that agreed to work at subway is not the same self that is mopping the entire restaurant and then scrubbing the bathroom at 11pm on a school night. While this causes slight resentment for myself for the choices I’ve made, it also allows me to be self-analytical which helps me grow as a person.