As I sit at the keyboard of my computer in the room where I sleep, with the main overhead light off, and only a flexi-lamp to see the words that I am about to type, I notice that my watch says it is twenty minutes to one in the morning. The day has been spent inhabiting my own inner world, and I have had time for reflection and consideration of those patterns that seem to have woven themselves into the years of my life. The fact that there are, indeed, patterns to be seen, is both a reassurance and a comfort to me, as I try to make sense of the enigmatic diversities that have often left me confounded.
I have noticed so many similarities between the thoughts, feelings, and behaviours that have formed my own personality, and those that...