Misha’s Crisis of Self

Misha’s Facebook account got deactivated for two days.

As GishiLeaks reports, he wasn’t kidding about the existential crisis.

He’s dealing with it by trying to find himself. But is this really the right way?

After being booted from Facebook for impersonating a celebrity, one has to take a good hard look at oneself. Who am I? Who might I be? The name “Misha Collins” has come to mean many things to many people - actor, philanthropist, celebrity, Overlord, chef, the guy who does the laundry on Thursdays, scavenger hunt host, Bill’s personal punching bag, and so much more. But who is Misha Collins?

In an effort to figure this out, I’m placing this personal ad. I hope to answer it and take myself out… just for coffee, at first- nothing too heavy or serious. I’m just not in that place yet, you know? We could even start more casually, with email and eventually texting or phone conversations. Maybe even DM on Twitter. I’m pretty open to any form of communication with me, really. Ultimately, it’d be nice to find the right me and settle down for a long term, serious relationship. (However, I should probably warn me that I’m currently happily married. She’s really cool though and is absolutely okay with me engaging in a personal or even sexual relationship with myself.)

I hope this ad will help us connect and start down the road to getting to know myself (ourself?) a little bit better.  We’re not a bad looking guy; we try to keep fit and healthy and we are open to adventures, long walks, and deep conversations. If you’re me, please write me soon.

  • Fred:Where did my shirt go?
  • George:What shirt? *is casually wearing a shirt that says Fred*
  • Fred:That shirt! You stole my shirt!
  • George:You stole my shirt! *Fred is wearing a shirt that says George*
  • *Fred and George look at each other*
  • Fred:Is that you Fred? Am I George?
  • Fred:But who is Fred and who is George

I don’t know who I am at all and it’s driving me crazy. I don’t know what I look like because i’m always looking different to myself. I don’t know what my body looks like because one minute it looks fat and one minute it looks alright and thinner. I don’t know who I am inside either. What do I want? I don’t know. what am I like? I don’t know.