It was somewhat comforting to see the same staff members at the hotel from my last visit. Same faces, same uniforms, same conversations. I suddenly realized, though, that I am never like that to other people--I keep changing, and I wonder if the new personality they encounter ever makes them feel unsure both of me and of themselves. Regular people do make the world feel secure, and irregular people make it feel insecure.

Whenever people meet me again, their typical question is, "What are you up to these days?"