Finding myself amid a planet of searchers is like looking for a pebble at the bottom of the ocean. How can I be different when no two people are the same? No persona category strikes me
as a reflection. Is anybody really emotionally 2D? Is anybody's soul actually as black and white as media implies? I never have been and never will be that predictable and superficial. I may not be that different in terms of soul searching, but I will never lower myself to the desperate depths of lumping myself into a predicament of 1930's carving of 'The Perfect Woman'.