recovering from a Hungarian-crazed weekend, I’ve been left pondering the
importance of culture and heritage in my and generally everyone’s life.
Because, yeah, I’m deep like that. But really, we spend so much time claiming
“I’m 50 percent Hungarian and 25 Italian” or “can’t you tell I’m Irish?!” like
where our long ago relatives hailed from has directly had some profound impact
on us. Maybe it has, or maybe this whole lineage thing is just something we
cling to in order to seem cool and unique… I mean I’m Hungarian OKAY, I’m like
totally exotic (aka round faced and into hearty foods #holla). Ironically
enough by trying to be “more than just a number” and stand out through our
roots we’re just re-labeling ourselves
as partials and percentages.
In response to requests from my readers (yeah, I have readers weird right?) I’m going to write about relationships. No not about being in one because I never have been, but general thoughts, hopes, and dreams. Well not exactly, because unlike a lot of other girls out there who have Pinterest boards filled with wedding ideas, I don’t think about relationships. I don’t have hopes and dreams of finding Prince Charming and to be honest I don’t really care.
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