I am so glad I never fell into the trap so many slaves-to-the-self do, y'know, the trap of the "ego".
How have you done it, you ask? Well, every morning I stare through the mirror into my bloodshot, hungover eyes and scream silently from the top of my lungs, "What have you done?!" over and over until I come to curled into a ball in the shower, my skin pruned and rippled like the back of Kirstie Alley's thighs, having washed away any sense of self, or responsibility. This ritual is repeated every morning and seems to suit me well, like a Hickey-Freeman.