Who wrote…

One of the strangest sensations I’ve experienced recently is reading something I’ve written as little as a day or two later and wondering if I really wrote it. It happened to me just then, and it was absolutely bizarre.

Not the content so much as the style – this was completely foreign, as though it had been written by someone else. That I was reading it having just tabbed from a slightly-more-conversational chat session into it probably exacerbated its apparent distance, but even without this, I think it would have felt as though written by another person.

Stranger still, it doesn’t even reflect the style of anything else I’ve recently read, so this difference can’t simply be attributed to an ‘inherited’ or acquired voice… at least, not explicitly. Either way, it’s a bizarre feeling reading something you know you wrote and finding it completely unknown!