So... if I reach the point in my life, when I start questioning myself about who I am, I will be restricted to the boundaries of my existence. If I choose to take help and to read those people who wrote about your tested personality, I will learn about new ways of experiencing oneselves life, or thinking things through.
If I study the matter in detail and begin to reflect outspoken details of my personality in life, I start to see things differently. If I start to come up with ideas in a situation, where such a way of behaviour is not meant to be the natural reaction of things, but may blast boundaries, in a process of for example, when you get to know a new person, I start to become aware of my existence in a wider sense of complexities. If I, still being that individual from the beginning, start to begin to counterreact on reactions that express underlying feeling in a situation, when no feeling is expected; if I start to counterract on feeling at all, while being a thinker. If I choose to go down that path, until the end, if I finally reach the point, when diversification becomes oblivious, when pure natural ways of living are understood and life as it self could turn into a community of people who live while being completly different in a harmonical and disharmonical way of dispute that creates progress for all the benefit of mankind.
If I reached that point, what do I actually have accomplished until then ? I reached the point, where I am able to see, how noone cares about such things. How people are pleased with their existence and cultivate their mistakes. I stand on the mountain top, feeling the warmth of an idealistic world, seeing the visions of a genius and explaining the details of a mastermind. I stand on the mountain top, feeling the love of my beloved one, understanding her need to get reactions on topics from me, as I am feeling the need on getting reactions from her. I stand on the mountain being the one that floats out of phase, while being the center of the universe and doing my part to contribute, to those fictional beings floating, too.
But the facts, still remain...
Who cares ?