Not that I don't have dilemmas (moral or other). Not that they aren't more visible on my face than I think they are. Not that I don't behave oddly when I think about them. But I am always startled when I find out that my view/memory/perception of an evening is so completely different, if not opposite, from what others thought I was experiencing.
Just when I thought I was finally aware of how I seem to other people, I stand corrected.