Stuff...

There's things you'll learn about yourself when you're hydroplaning across four lanes of freeway traffic on a dark and stormy night at 75 mph. There's also things you'll learn about yourself when you're watching your arm being torn off by a crocodile. There's things you'll learn about yourself while watching a microwave popcorn bag perform it's own personal magic. You'll learn stuff about yourself while chewing on the end of a gun-metal 9mm trying to command your sweaty hand to pull the trigger. There's things you'll learn about yourself while you're debating whether to stock your medicine cabinet with "liquid bandage" or the standard band-aid. The latter is made more confusing wondering which of the above actions you'll need the first-aid for, and how effective these minor wound treatments will be in response to the massive traumas that you might encounter in your quest for self-knowledge. (I realize that popcorn bags are generally incapable of causing great injuries...but use your imagination. Okay-I know you're lazy, so... example here.)

I suppose that's the great thing about the world. You learn stuff about yourself all the time.