Life As An Extention

In your immediate circle, you are who are, and people know you as you.

There are times when you are not. You're known only as so-and-so's friend/ sister/ colleague/ daughter/ date / girlfriend...

A living, breathing, walking extension of someone else.

Happens when you meet people more than a degree removed. Happens with everyone sometime or another.

As they slowly move into your first degree circle, you get upgraded. You are almost you, and sometimes the extension bit remains for convenient identification.

Recently I've been playing the extension role quite a bit.

But I'm looking forward to being me, just me, again. How 'bout you?