Is That Me?

My mental image of myself hasn't caught up.

Well, I guess I never really felt like I was that guy I saw in the mirror, but now it's simultaneously much more pleasant and shocking to see that face.

I was much heavier than I am now all through high school; I'd have to reach back past puberty to find an age when I was 171lb, and I just can't identify with that kid. I can't really remember him.

I like it, but also raises uncertainty. I notice the 'pay attention to me' thing some women do, and then sometimes I notice the pouty thing happening when I don't. A bit of a habit I picked up from back when they didn't want to talk to me. Besides, considering, the habit probably keeps me safe. But I digress.

I wonder how long it takes to beat that sense of dislocation.