Two men meet in a bar and the following conversation takes place.
1st: Hello. Don't I know you?
2nd I don't think so. Who are you?
1st: Well, I can't see you for who you are and I am not sure if I am seeing clearly; but I hope you see me for who I am, but then I am not sure if I can see myself at all most of the time; and I know the person I think I am is not all that visible to others or even to myself come to think of it. Although, mornings, I seem to have a clearer grasp of who I am than now when I have had a couple of pints. And when I look in the mirror... well it is just a reflection isn't it? Who are you?
2nd: Funny you should ask that. The wife keeps asking that.. especially when... you know, we have made love and I get a bit carried away; but, I don't know who she really is because when she is in the kitchen she is like her mum; and when her friends come around it's like I am not married at all and she is not the mother of our two kids and I don't know who she friggin' well is. And when she is out late with her chums... I keep wondering... is she really the one I married.. or... but I am completely deluded? I mean, who the fuck is she? And who am I? How the fuck did I get into this? Thanks for asking.
1st: No Problem.
2nd: Nice to have met you.
1st: Did you?