The Most Awkward Social Butterfly

I wouldn’t say I’m popular, but I love meeting people.

My circle of affiliations, my rolodex, expands at an alarming rate.  

Friends. Mentors. Peers. Associates. Mentees. Co-workers. Classmates. Whatever you choose to call them, I have a lot of them. When I sit and recollect my scraps of a social life, I often find myself in the midst of some extremely diverse crowds and in the company of some very special individuals.

I see it all as blessings in the form of mixxy behavior. 

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