Chameloid Identity

My Team (asterisks designate starters):

QB: Vince Young*, Tony Romo, JaMarcus Russell
RB: Joseph Addai*, Willie Parker*, Julius Jones*, Fred Taylor, Mike Bell
WR: Anquan Boldin*, Mark Clayton*, Donte Stallworth*, Isaac Bruce, Anthony Gonzalez, Devery Henderson, Robert Meachem
TE: Randy McMichael*
K: Nate Kaeding*
DST: Eagles*

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Might have touched on it before, but I was just thinking about how I am many different things to many different people. Some of you flat out love me, and cannot live without me. Admit it. Some of you can't stand me, and hope I go to hell as soon as is humanly possible. Admit it. Some of you, you could go either way when confronted with the idea of me, and don't know near enough to form an opinion, or don't care enough to do so. Admit it. Admission shall set you free, even though it is more expensive at night.

I don't think it really truly hit me until I started paying attention to how I acted around people at work, seeing as how I'm just now getting to know them, as they are getting to know me. I don't act the same way around any two people. There are slightly different nuances, at the very least. Sometimes, radical shifts. This is easy to identify. Any two of you, compare notes on me, and you will find simple, crucial differences.

If you really want to notice a difference, ask someone outside of your social circle about me. There's where the real fun comes in. You may wonder if you're even talking about the same person, or if I'm just playing a truly elaborate trick on the lot of you. And I know I'm not the only one. We all have our baseline personality, sure. But then we add on little modifications, affect small affectations, modify, customize ourselves to the situation, as it would be expected of us.

Of course, this also raises the issue of when am I just me, as opposed to an almost-me. More metaphysical bullcrap, yay.