
“The secret of being a bore..is to tell everything.” -Voltaire
But I embrace my ability and eagerness to accept everyone; For their successes, their faults, their idiosyncrasies. Those who know me best occasionally refer to me as “the gypsy”, and I accede to that nickname as they joke “I never know where you’re going to be, who you’re going to be with, or if you’re even close to home”. And I like that about myself- the continual yearn to not be easily satisfied. Least of all, I dislike my constant dwelling/reflections of the past. It’s one person in particular, but oh man, I can’t seem to forget him although I know I should. ”The distinction between the past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.” -Albert Einstein.