That Certain Type of Person

 

In this day and age we do talk about ourselves as a reference point,

but then there are all of you. You are a reference point too.

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There are so many of you. You can scan the world population clock on google.

I know you want to.

You are all there in my background

buzzing. I hear that you are there,

all of you. Loads of you.

I am not unhappy. I feel accompanied.

But, I only actually write for a few of you,

now almost eight billion.

This is not due to design but necessity. I am still the reference point for me with almost eight billion buzzing in the background. But I live among all of you.

I was an Air Force brat from birth to eighteen. After that, a person living in Oklahoma,

once a purple, central state.

Okay. We are all different in the USA now

compared to way back then in 1972 (born in ‘56). Then college and the early 80s. Long life since.

How did it happen for you? You are still the reference point for you,

you either read me or buzz. You either vote around me or don’t. You are one of the People of the USA. You are one of the People of Europe or Africa or the World.

I’m so white in the USA at 66. Advanced age. Advanced degree in human physiology. You can imagine my audience at this point. Fortunately, like the rest of us, I am complex and me. I write free.

Hugs.

Teresa D Hawkes, Selfie outside, 2019. Credit : Teresa D Hawkes, Ph.D.(Author)

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