robinbloke | Fight club

Worried again. Beginning to identify far too much of this film to my life, not the violent bits, the psycological bits, this morning is turning into a real introspective walk through points of reality for me, work is pootling along and my brain was sort of detached itself while the rest of me carries on and does other stuff; I'll be nodding and saying 'Sure, can do that no trouble' to my boss and making a mental note of what he wants whilst simulatenously thinking about an email I wrote a while ago in a semi-detached sort of way. This happens occasionally, I'll be driving, talking, walking and suddenly float away and feel like I'm almost watching myself third person like a bad tomb-raider clone doing whatever, and I'm not sure who or what is left behind when I do this. It's more like I'm holding the strings to a maronette that's not myself, while the real me floats above moving the arms and legs of the shell I am.
So who am I? Gawd knows at this point frankly, but I'm sure I'll witter something up later on.