Eventually, you will be forgotten. Harsh, yes, but a reality you should face: you will be forgotten. Everyone who truly knew you by name will die. Your grandparents, your pets, your parents, your aunts and uncles, your older cousins, your younger cousins, your brothers and sisters all will die. If you have children, they may die; they may even "die of old age" before you. Your friends will all die. You will make more, but the further on in life you go, the faster those new friends will die. No one will be left who could say the color of your eyes. No one will be left who remembers the color of your hair. No one will be left to recognize your voice.
Once there is no one left who remembers you, how will you view yourself? Senility is a possibility, but it's not guaranteed. You remember you. You remember all those who loved you and are now gone. You remember the teen heartthrob you mooned over, long dead and unrecognized in conversation for decades. Your favorite things, the things you saved for, the things you wanted but couldn't afford, you can't find anymore. Nobody even remembers what they were used for. Forgotten. Just like you.
How do you view yourself? There is no one who shares your memories, your likes and dislikes. Who are you?
You are a time-traveler.
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