Directional Confession
I've been challenged to come up with a serious confession Tuesday, some kind of deep intimate topic. Today is not that day. Personally, I think they're all serious, but apparently not. So instead, it's time for another CONFESSION TWO-FERS-DAY!!! This one is, admittedly, ridiculous. It impacts me all the time, everyday, and it just embarrasses me. Confession: I think "North" is in front of me. Whatever way I'm facing is North. I thought that when I was a kid and it's stuck with me. I don't even know if I can explain this in a way that will make sense to normal people who understand North is not in front of them. Because even when I try to reposition myself in the world and think "where is Flagstaff?" or "in which direction is Mexico?" (I try to choose nearby places rather than big places like Canada. Canada's everywhere, I don't know where North is based on Canada...Mexico's right next door, it's just di...