How quickly and how thoroughly memory decays is inconsistent within our own lives, and inconsistent with the experience of others. Layered under that is what is noticed. What remains are continuously conflicting memories of the past. In a very vague sense there is some cohesion, but it falls apart pretty quickly once details start being introduced.

"I have been told that I lack empathy, but I do not think that is accurate. I feel that I just express it in ways that are not as socially obvious. I believe I can make a sound argument in my defense and for others."

With the edges of everything so blurry, it is a fine time to ruminate on my identity. Here, the edges always feel particularly blurry. I often become worried that if I express an interest, someone will mistakenly infer understanding or abilities I don't have.