I vary. I can become so very self-aware that I begin even to doubt my senses... I wonder if I am breathing normally, as I am supposed to, or deciding how to breathe... which can be exhausting. I become too sensitive to everything around me... It's enough to bring on a panic attack if I don't watch out. I can also thoroughly lose myself in thought or in activity, such that I have to say as one person to another, "Wake up, the light's green..."
But there is always, always more to learn about yourself. This I promise. Time brings added experience resulting in a broadened perspective and therefore the ability to see things that once seemed simple and well-defined from angles and approaches that give the simple things depth... and thus, reveal aspects you once could not recognize.
But thinking you have it all figured out and have seen all there is to see is a pretty common symptom of youth. Not meant as a criticism. I mean it rather as a memory... I remember being the same way.
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"Pack up my head, I'm goin' to Paris!" - P.W.
The world loves diversity... as long as it's pretty, makes them look smart and doesn't put them out in any way.
There's the road, and the road less traveled, and then there's MY road.