Me, As It Were

It was maybe years ago, 1951 if you are into certain criteria or nomenclature. I came into existence to be me, which when you analyze it means I was responsible for anything I experienced, either in momentary bursts, or in recollections of any event I chose at any given elixir. 
If I had a purpose, and I am not saying there was one, but if I was to attach a label to my time here on Earth, as it were, it would be to observe, record and experience physical reality, trying my best not to get too emotionally involved with any of it, including emotional affairs of the heart or some form of mental upheaval from a changing demographic of social, political or economic turmoils. 
I have not had so much perpetuity in sustaining my physical nuances, but I have endured them with the understanding that it was my choices to accept the challenges and work my way back to whatever piece of mind was available at any given time, according to the wall calendar adorning the domicile at conception and completion of the incident.
Now in some cataract of retirement I don't have any responsibility for any earlier misanthropic or sophmoric idiosyncrasies left on the trail I left to find my way back home. That of course means, whatever I do from that point forward may become some errant misinterpretation in your minds, not mine, and I will forever hold myself in contempt of court, seeing as any other P.O.V. would be moot or no longer valid as stereotypical of societal norms.