i'm going to be trying to figure out who i am for the rest of my life. isn't that the mystery to life? that we never really know... or when we think we do, we've suddenly changed or grown again and have a new realm to figure out? i have a feeling that the only time i will be totally confident in saying that i know exactly who i am is when i'm on my deathbed. or 92 or something, and only a few years left. then i can say i've gathered all the pertinent informations. spent enough time with the test subject. made my deductions. learned.