Day Forty Seven - responsibility

My eldest son Finn is studying Philosophy at university and so maybe he is closer to answering the question 'are we the same person throughout our lives, or is the 20 year old me a very different organism from the 50 something one typing this'?

Bit of a convoluted question I admit. But it feels like the sort of waffle people studying philosophy might be into.

So in a way I do hold myself responsible for my condition.

But not today's version of me. I'm innocent. It was that bastard from yesterday that did this to me.

What a prick. Not my fault.