Like an inflatable statue of Zeus made from some permeable material. There are holes in it, patched, but sometimes the stitches break and it deflates in seconds and it has to be mended. Inflating, deflating, inflating, deflating. Daily.

Edit: uhm, you have to see it.

But at least I don't have time for a personality. Much. Or I'm too distracted to notice.

And my antipsychotic keeps it all rather reasonable.

But I proved it: serotonin is evil.