While I was in high school my mom used to say to me all the time that I had an addictive personality... ever since then I have been regurgitating that back to people. But it hit me the other day, I am not addicted to one thing, nor have I ever been. The closest I have ever come to an addiction would be with bread, and I prefer to think of that as a dedicated obsession. Ha.
I have incorporated so many other peoples into my definition of myself and as I get older I realize I reject those notions about myself. They are inaccurate.
I know me. Do they?
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