/ http://www.slideshare.net/images/logo.gif / 際際滷Share feed for 際際滷shows by User: road1212 https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/profile-photo-road1212-48x48.jpg?cb=1522910136 It is so unusual, being me, that I have never really adjusted to it. Often, just when I think I have a grip on being, I look in the mirror, and find someone else. Someone older or more tired or wrinkled or happier or sadder than I knew I was, and I'm confused again. Sometimes I expect to see my mother, or her child, or my child when I look. Often I feel like I won't see anyone at all, and then, I'm shocked to see a lonely remnant of someone I thought I had known. Sometimes, I can feel so miserable that when I look for myself and find a reasonable face, I can't help but smile and hum in delightful celebration of that moment. It is so unusual, being me, that I hav