Who Do You Think People Think You Are?
You spend your whole life living inside your own mind.
You know your thoughts.
You know your fears.
You know the conversations you have with yourself that no one else ever hears.
But everyone else only knows the version of you that they experience.
The man who walks into a coffee shop.
The customer.
The son.
The brother.
The guy delivering bags.
The person sitting alone in a movie theater.
The artist posting a drawing online.
Those people donāt know whatās happening inside your head.
They only know the Roberto they see.
Who do you think people think you are?
Andā¦
do you think theyāre right?
July 28, 2026 – 8:43 a.m.
At night Iāve always loved going for long walks at random timesā¦ sometimes at 8 p.m., 10 p.m., or at midnight.
Lately, Iāve replaced my long walks with long bike rides.
It started with me needing to take an Uber ride and noticing a new optionā¦ an e-bike.
So I tried it.
Ohā¦
wow.
It was fun.
It felt different.
The breeze of the night hitting your face while noticing the neighborhood and not just looking at my thoughts.
Now noticing the graffiti on the walls.
Other people going for long walks.
Others going on bike rides as well.
Ahhhā¦
the moon in the sky with a light glow around it.
I am part of this.
This neighborhood.
This world.
I think I am a guy who wants to matter.
I am a guy who has not felt like he mattered.
I am a guy who likes people.
I am learning to existā¦
to exist accepting not just wanting good times while alive, but accepting flaws in me and others.
As I rode my e-bike last night with my younger brother, Victorā¦
he said,
āHey, you should visit me in Mexico. Iāll take you around.ā
I thought aboutā¦
āIāll take you around.ā
My mind is odd that way.
Itāll pick up on words or phrases.
Then I thoughtā¦
explore with a siblingā¦
Iāve never done that.
I donāt know how others see me.
And I have been learning that itās none of my business how they do.
Itās more fun to exploreā¦
and feel moments with some good peopleā¦
before itās off to the starsā¦
and into the dimension no one ever returns from.
I am becoming joyous about the possibilitiesā¦ again.
Enjoy your cup of coffee.
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I write about ordinary moments, creativity, coffee, and the small observations that slowly change the way I see the world.
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