All of my life I have felt like an anomaly in the universe. As I have grown older, I recognize it for what it is… a gift. This gift consists of a greater perceptiveness than most, a more trusting nature, and an acceptance of people for whom they are. That being said, I am not so gullible as to be taken for someone who has fallen off a turnip truck.
Everyone in my ever changing circle is of interest to me. I like to learn about their back story; however, some back stories are murkier than others. Perhaps it is because of all of this and my quirky sense of humor that I have attracted an eclectic yet loyal group of friends over the years ranging from saint to con artist.
Friendship is such an amorphous thing. No single friendship is alike and yet the terms of friendship are understood…
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