one day while out shopping for groceries i was approached by a large group of women yelling the name "ryan" at me. i was bewildered because my name was not ryan, it was james. i pretended not to hear them shouting this persons name at me and carried on shopping, but soon they returned. "this is obviously a mistake", i said to them politly, "my name is not ryan, it's james." but they still persisted until my head was pounding. with a sudden burst of rage (not usualy one of my character flaws) i screamed at them that my name was not ryan and it was a mistake. the women shyed off and i calmly continued my search for the non-fat yogart. upon entering my apartment, i plopped the groceries on the couch and quickly proceeded to my bed for a short nap to cool my temper. when i awoke my room was warm and my body was damp with sweat. i walked to the bathroom and splashed a bit of water on my face. as i looked at my reflection in the mirror a great realization came upon me. something weird was going on. apparently, while i was asleep the past night, my head had been switched with someone elses. that would explain the grocery store incident. the site of someone elses head perched on my sholders was extremly alarming; if i had someone elses face, where was mine? somebody must be wearing it. a person cant survive without a head for long. my head had to be found, i couldn't possibly continue my everyday life wearing a different identity, could i? so, i set out on a full scale search, far and wide for myself. every man i bumped into seemed to bare an increadable likeness to my former self. this could take awile.