L’Americana —

I would like to talk some about what it means to be an American in the eyes of people I have met around the world and how it differs drastically from the way I feel about my heritage.

First of all, let me just say that while I hate being in the USA, I don’t necessarily hate my country.  I just don’t fit in here.  To put it simply,

I’m just

a crappy American —

I’ve never fit in.  I’ve never really had friends.  I’ve never been “cool.”  I’ve never been like everybody else.  Unfortunately, I come from a beach part of the country, and I am just not made for the beach.  Even when my weight was no longer an issue for me, I just can’t stand the sun.  It’s hot.  It’s uncomfortable.  It’s the sun.  Don’t get me wrong, I am a water sign, and I love the water, but I just can’t stand beach culture.  Or, for that matter, heatstroke…

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