Between you and me, when you have to track down yourself and beat this self over the head with a stick until it shuts up, something is not quite right.
We define ourselves in names, in purpose, in modifiers and meaning. We don masks to hide ourselves, and also to reveal ourselves, but who we are is a fleeting thing, as ephemeral as perception and desire. Our names do not define us, only what we choose to believe, and what we choose to do.