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               I typically don’t possess an unyielding position on societal decorum as, I have learned, one’s propensity towards doing things are generally dictated by familial experiences. And who am I to suggest that my way is correct. How often do we judge a person’s actions before we have come to understand their reasoning? And how often do we condemn before questioning our own culpability?                  I can appreciate differing ideologies due to cultural and/or religious disciplines. I can even concede to objectionable behavior because of one’s circumstances. And over time, I have sorely recognized that things are never quite as they appear. But all that wisdom aside, there is only one way to hang toilet paper. It matters not on your sexual orientation or your religious or cultural upbringing. It matters not on your ethnicity or po...

          Can you feel any older than when sitting poolside at a very boutiquish hotel in a very trendy part of Miami and not know one song that the DJ has played for the last 2 hours? Yes. Yes you can… especially when sitting poolside and unable to extricate yourself from the chaise because it’s only an inch off the ground and you don’t have the leverage to elevate yourself up.            I know what you’re thinking… how in the hell did I get myself down there in the first place. It took some soul searching and a little handholding, literally, handholding. You know it’s a deep plummet when you drop your belongings onto the chaise, and they bounce back up from the kinetic energy of the fall. My goal was not to bounce back up.            After scoping my surroundings to confirm no one was staring in my direction… who am I kidding… no one was staring in my direction… and with my own self...