Wednesday, 16 February
I wonder, sometimes, about what type of person I’d be if there was someone watching me all the time. A shadow that I could never escape from. Somebody who was there silently scrutinising my every move, my every action, my every inaction!
Would I be a nicer person? Would I give money to the people on the street? Or would I become resentful and bitter?
Would I exercise more or less? Would I eat that second row of chocolate? What about the third?
Would I fight with my partner? Would I apologise when I did?
I shouldn’t need a shadow to learn these things about myself.