Anyone here feel like they have a sort of dual personality?

No, and no.

Yes, and no.

What is a dual personality/ shut up woodcutter.

When I’m drunk and when I’m sober. When I’m sober, I’m more serious and withdrawn, when I’m drunk I’m emotive and hyper. My drunk self seems a lot more alive than my sober self. There’s definitely a difference I myself see.

I handle the first one like Dr. Jekyll and the second one like Mr. Hyde. : )

I have many personalities.. I’m not sure if that’s what you’re asking though. I don’t need to deal with them. I’m just different around different people, just as others are as well.

I’m a great mom and wife who enjoys taking care of her family, exercising and spending time outdoors.

I’m a lazy shit who likes drinking beer, watching tv and sleeping in.

@jonsblond Both your personalities rock.

@Symbeline I love you. :D

Type 1: Manic, hyper, vulgar, loud, adventurous, brash, quirky

Type 2: Sensitive, shy, quiet, emotional, needy, artistic, earnest

One part of me is cynical, bitter, and depressed about what I feel is a shitty existence and place on earth. I want to be alone and feel I don’t need anyone. But another part is optimistic, young, vibrant, and ready to take on lifes challenges to create a better life for myself, and I want to fall in love and have a happy family.

I handle them by obviously doing my best to stay out of the former.

Only when it comes to sexy time. I’m a passionate considerate hawt fucker from planet hump!
The rest of the time i’m pretty much a daft immature bastard who couldn’t give a shite ;¬}

I have one personality, but sometimes a different part of me seems to take over. There are times when I feel I have little self-awareness, and feel particularly reckless. These are the times that I later regret, and for the most part refuse to own. I wouldn’t say it is a separate personality, but more of a neurotic facet of my personality that gets me into trouble.

I do….<no I don’t> YES I DO!! <<STFU!!>>

There are very few times I feel like myself. Most of the time I feel kind of incomplete. Almost as if I were made up out of bits and pieces of various other personalities. Like shards of glass that have shattered and I am trying to put them back together and I never manage to do it.

It’s not like I’m dysfunctional or anything. I can take care of myself. But it seems like people keep telling me that various parts of me are wrong and need fixing and that hurts and that becomes one more shard of glass—a sharp one, too.

Sometimes, though, I feel like I am all together. I have accepted myself despite what others say. I am strong and I hold my life as mine and walk around and look everyone in the eye and I say what I want to say instead of editing it all to please others.

But I don’t think either self could exist without the other. I am separate and I am together. I think like crazy. I try to make it make sense, but it never really does, and I’m ok with that. And sometimes I’m ok that the things I do.