Sometimes you do things on auto pilot. You may find yourself suddenly at place B, but you can't remember how you got there. This isn't so bad if your destination was place B; it's not so pleasant if you were supposed to go to F!
This happens to me regularly during running. Suddenly I find I've run three miles without having been aware of doing it. Suddenly I find myself at that old mill, or at that house with that annoying little dog where I always shake my legs around, or that nice little bench in the park.
You shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, so you won't hear my complain about having run so easily I can't even remember. But sometimes I get the feeling I've lost myself along the way! That I'm back there somewhere, perhaps lying hurt in a ditch or something. I feel an irresistible urge to go back for myself. Back to the place where I remember myself last.
For a minute I hesitate, but then I shrug nonchalantly. You can't go back for everyone!
I'll just have to get myself home.