This happens to me a lot. More than the average person? I can't really say, but experience and conversations lead me to believe that I experience my own personal brand of introspective jamais vu more often and perhaps more intensely than most.
When it strikes, it strikes like Thor's Hammer. I'm blown out of my body with the force of a hurricane, dumbstruck by the sensation of being outside of myself, observing my actions with embarrassment and awe.
FYI-out of body experiences aren't all astral fun and games. In my estimation, they really end up muddying the existential waters. When it's all over (and yes, we're talking a matter of seconds), and I'm back inside my naked body, which is now singing along to "Take My Breath Away", I try to reintegrate completely, to no avail.
It doesn't feel right. Which implies that seconds before it did feel right. Which only confuses me further. And makes me wonder about all of the other things I do during the day that go unnoticed by my astral self. Which makes me wonder if my astral self isn't just a little too critical of the bodily me. Which confuses me again. Why haven't I put pants on yet? And how much is too much Crystal Light? Surely 40 ounces is too much.
Eventually I stop all of this mental chatter. I forget about it. I make a few phone calls. I make another quart of Crystal Light. I don't put any pants on.