There’s Me and then there’s Other Me

 

Me is a relatively reasonable person who knows her worth and limits and in general what she wants (and how to get it).

Other Me is neurotic, impulsive, at times insecure and in search outer validation. 

Me doesn’t usually care what people think and always follows her heart, regardless of whether it leads her to travel, to change jobs, to dance tango at the other end of the world…all options are available.

Other Me doubts her choices, her abilities and thinks that all her successes so far have been a stroke of luck.

Me believes in respect, towards others and towards herself as a fundamental value.

Other Me accepts things she shouldn’t just to avoid conflict, or because she doesn’t want to hurt anyone, or because she thinks she’s strong enough to take it, until she explodes and says horrible things, then spirals into a hysteria of guilt and ‘sorrys’

Me meditates, does yoga with discipline, eats organic super foods…

Other Me obsesses over every small detail, goes on texting rants when she argues with someone and doesn’t know when to stop, and then has an entire bottle of wine to herself.

Me is very articulate and choses her words carefully in order to avoid any misunderstanding.

Other Me knows exactly what to say and how to say it in order to hurt someone at their core and doesn’t weigh the weight of her words (then goes into the spiral of guilty sorry’s).

Me loves life, loves her friends, just loves…and can’t stop planning her next adventure.

Other Me wants to hide under the covers, watch Netflix reruns, and eat take-out for the next year.

You wouldn’t believe it but Me and Other Me cohabitate, they have for as long as I can remember.  They fight constantly over who gets to have the most space; sometimes Me wins and other times Other Me wins, if you ever heard them fight, you would call the police to report conjugal violence.

Me is very organised and neat, Other Me is a mess, leaves clothes lying around, doesn’t do the dishes, Me is very embarrassed of Other Me when people come over, but the more she tries to hide Other Me’s mess, the messier it gets.

Me and Other Me have tried to separate but like a toxic addiction they somehow always find a way back to eachother and constantly struggle to find balance.

So, this is the question “How do you reconcile Me and Other Me?”