Recently, I witnessed an interesting dialogue between an eccentric female mantis and a mustachioed cockroach.
Foaming at the mouth, our characters proved their own interpretations of the word “self”, aggressive each other (as I understand it, this was a common feature for both of these individuals) — this emotion, like the most annoying insect, got into my head and settled there until it turned into what you're looking at right now.
My self.
Aggression, self-criticism, blindness to one's own good qualities and, of course, self-expression! All this was seen by the same insect that had settled in my head.