Hmmm...

"What is the greatest challenge in your life?"

"Me."

I first heard this three days ago. And it was almost like the snap of the fingers that brought me out of my trance, momentarily. That's so me, I thought. And if it's hard for me to understand myself sometimes, I can only imagine how hard it must be for my friends. But it's not like I'm not aware of it. I am aware; it's just that the more I have to explain myself, the more I'll keep mum.

Many a times, I wonder if people are really interested in my life, in what I'm doing, or simply because phatic questions are a social expectation. Sometimes, I feel bad not reciprocating the same inquisitiveness after I've been bombarded with questions. Other times, I feel compelled to say something back. But it doesn't happen to everybody all the time; just sometimes. Which leaves me to wonder: Is it me?

Of course, I always know the answer...