An even stranger danger.

Why am I more confident in front of strangers? Is anonymity the answer? Do I really care about what the people that know me think? Am I playing a role in front of the strangers or the people I know?
I’m starting to think of the F word that I hate so much, but I don’t think fake is the word.

Why do I like the idea of moving away to somewhere far, just for a while, where I can meet new people. Is it a fantasy because it is not permanent? What if I just enjoy establishing new relationships? Meeting new people? Do I think I can establish a new identity because I’m starting fresh? Am I trying to “find myself”? Still…?

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