The Idiot and I

I have recently realized that there lives another man in the same body as I. He is an idiot. He behaves poorly and brings everyone down. I hate that guy and would rather have nothing to do with him, but I am always the one who has to deal with whatever mess he creates. He usually steers the ship when I’m busy thinking about something else. When I’m not really present, and instead am awkwardly and diffusely longing for some abstract other place.