I never got around to publishing this and the post before this one, and I'm almost always surprised when I re-read the things that I write. You know that sensation when you sleep and you unconsciously put your entire body weight on your arm, and your arm never feels like your arm? That's the sensation every time I read writings I've made in the past.
It's like a window into my psyche at that point of time; most of the time it illuminates me more than anything. Who knew past me could teach me this much?