I said that in my teens. After I did the deed twice, I have decided that my teen self knew me the best. Your thought reminds me of the Rod Stewart song “Young Turks.”
We spend so much time attempting to conform, fit in, and being all the things society says we should be as a: child, student, woman, man, wife, parents, religion worshipper, good person, and blah, blah, blah.
We are always trying to find something that we never fully know ourselves. We are always evolving, yet asked over and over to be just one thing to satisfy people who can’t grasp the concept that there is no “real” us. We are a lot of things, made from a variety of life experiences, and we should all accept each other as is. But since we are incapable of doing so, we get bullshit from people trying to be who they are not, stuck in relationships that we shouldn’t be in, and doing things that make us miserable.
Thank you for sharing this. I love being the real me, and I love being alone to do so.