A conversation with an acquaintance of mine...
We will start in the middle but where it got interesting
Him ~ Unless you are French. Then I agree. Lol
Me ~ Haha not that I am aware of...
Him ~ Do you know what you are? And don't say "a great dancer" or "Stunningly beautiful" because we already know that much. lol
Me ~ Haha like in the vast scheme of the universe or heritage?
Him ~ Is there a difference? Usually my two answers are "renaissance man" or "American". Haha
Me ~ okay... Wanderer, hippy, gypsy?
Him ~ That's one.
Me ~ Haha... well..
Him~ Well?
Me ~ I am my self. I belong no where. I am unique and cannot be defined or quantified. I love often and hurt easily but hide behind a smile. I use to know what and who I was but when you strip away dancer, writer, student, daughter, sister, friend... what is left? I would answer but I can't and I am searching for the answer...
I am not sure he expected such honesty... oh well.. He asked the very question I have been asking myself.
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