I spent the morning in the High Park neighborhood of Toronto, first on a run and then later walking through the main boulevard in search of produce. I noticed is how everyone ogled my tattoos. The stares were blatant. Not necessarily in appreciation.…
why is it that we want to be like everyone else, but to stand out? we are struggling to empathize with people even though we want to be the same. We are fascinated with real life stories rather than fictionalized accounts because we…