My Thoughts Beautifully Written in Elizabeth Gilbert's book

It's as though she extracted my mind and write it out into a beautiful passage...

Like many humanoids, I am burdened with what the Buddhists call the "monkey mind" - the thoughts that swing from limb to limb, stopping only to scratch themselves, spit and howl. From the distant past to the unknowable future, my mind swings wildly through time, touching on dozens of ideas a minute, unharnessed and undisciplined. This in itself is not necessarily a problem; the problem is the emotional attachment that goes along with the thinking. Happy thoughts make me happy, but -whoop!- how quickly I swing again into obsessive worry, blowing the mood; and then it's the remembrance of an angry moment and I start to get hot and pissed off all over again; and then my mind decides it might be a good time to start feeling sorry for itself, and loneliness follows promptly. You are, after all, what you think. Your emotions are the slaves to your thoughts, and you are the slave to your emotions.
The other problem with all this swinging through the vines of thought is that you are never where you are. You are always digging in the past or poking at the future, but rarely do you rest in this moment. It's something like the habits of my dear friend Susan, who - whenever she sees a beautiful place - exclaims in near panic, "It's so beautiful here! I want to come back here someday!" and it takes all of my persuasive powers to try to convince her that she is already here. ...
* Extracted from Page 138 - 139 from Eat Pray Love

These days - everything that I read (books, blogs), see (movies, tv shows), or hear (gossips) affect my thoughts.
Sadly, the effects are stronger than the affects I get from things that I do.
I'm on the verge of going crazy from my thoughts jumps. X(

But I didn't feel strong. My body ached in diminished worthlessness. I wondered who is the "me" when I am conversing with my mind, and who is the "mind". ...
* Extracted from Page 144 from Eat Pray Love

That is the JACKPOT sentence (the last one)!
So, tell me - which one of them is me?
And, who's the other one then?

Anyway - I'm loving my journey through this book...