I browsed through a number of computer files wondering what me has to do with it. There's a lot of junk on this machine, I went and deleted a bunch of files I had haphazardly collected. I was going through pictures and videos wondering is this me? Everything on it is highly suspect now. I began to wonder the same things about all the simple choices in my life, is this me? From the clothes you put on in the morning (if any), the decision whether to clean a mess you see, the food you eat. I mixed up some tuna wondering what about it got the okay to be put in my mouth and become me and the tuna started to look less like food and more like play-doh. Looking around the house at all the stuff that is "mine" just makes me feel like its got me by the balls.
The thing with the computer might get adapted into a working analogy, we shall see.