鈥淭hat鈥檚 you?鈥�

鈥渊耻辫.鈥�

鈥淭hat isn鈥檛 you.鈥� (peals of laughter)

Young people have a sometimes heartless way of being completely truthful.

It鈥檚 a good thing. I think.

In this case, the 12-year-old in our home was looking at a calendar.

For a fun Christmas present for his mother, I鈥檇 had a calendar made, including shots of pets, past and present and random shots of family members.

Included (I believe I was Mr. July) is the shot you can see to your right of some young guy who may or may not have been me a couple of years (OK, decades) back.

As the boy was sifting through the calendar, correctly remembering every dog and cat, he stopped on that particular month and wondered who the person was.

Looks at photo. Looks at me. Looks back and photo. Looks back at me. Then, hilarity ensues.

Ouch.

I thought of the calendar and in particular, this photo, the other day.

I realized that in almost all of my dreams (the ones I can recall when I wake up), I am seeing myself from a detached perspective and I鈥檓 almost always a younger version of myself.

Sometimes as a boy, but almost always as a young adult.

And always, always doing something athletic. Running, jumping, playing sports.

If there鈥檚 any dream analysts out there, hit me up.

My own layman鈥檚 view is that it鈥檚 because, thanks to some unwanted surgery, I can鈥檛 do much of that anymore.

And since it was a primary focus for most of my life, I miss it. So I think my subconscious tries to help me out.

But probing a little deeper, I wonder just how differently we see ourselves throughout our adult lives.

Now, I鈥檓 used to my current self, but at least once a week I scare myself getting out of the shower.

鈥淲ho the hell is that?鈥�

鈥淥h, damn. That鈥檚 where we鈥檙e at now? Dang.鈥�

Then I chuckle at myself.

Reminds me of the time I was getting fitted for a new suit before my son鈥檚 wedding.

Suit guy brings a couple of jackets for me to try on, then starts measuring me up.

鈥淲ow, you鈥檙e pretty big through the shoulders,鈥� he said.

鈥淵ou got that right, Skippy,鈥� went my inner monologue.

鈥淒id you used to work out?鈥�

Another ouch moment.

Similar to when I drive to work, and the 1980s hair band tunes are playing and I鈥檓 still younger me, then I step out of the vehicle and the 鈥榮nap, crackle and pop鈥� brings me back to reality, and I鈥檓 not having cereal.

It even happened just minutes ago.

One of my colleagues noticed the photo and said 鈥渢hat鈥檚 a strapping young lad.鈥�

鈥淵es, yes it is,鈥� I said.

鈥淎lmost didn鈥檛 recognize you.鈥�

Oof.

At this point, you just have to laugh. Happens to everyone.

And it鈥檚 never an issue if I can avoid the mirror first thing in the morning.

But am I curious to see how others see themselves internally, or when you鈥檙e dreaming.

Is it current you? Long-ago you? A mixture of both?

Let me know, I鈥檇 be fascinated to hear from you.

PQB 亚洲天堂/Vancouver Island Free Daily editor Philip Wolf welcomes your questions, comments and story ideas. He can be reached at 250-905-0029 or via email at philip.wolf@blackpress.ca.