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Georgia: I Live My Life In A State Of Confusion
My name is Georgia and no I’m not a Braves fan.
I get super insecure about the whole name thing, so don’t press me on that.
I’m here today to whine about my state of constant confusion.
You think this article is about my beef with the American state of Georgia?
Please, lousy American — stop thinking that the world revolves around you.
I’m here to complain about my geography.
In a world full of (worshiping) identities, I don’t know who I am. I don’t know what to do. And I don’t know where to go.
Should I go to the bazaar today and be Middle Eastern with my fellow Turks, or should I drink a few shots and be European with my fellow Ukrainians?
I get annoyed whenever someone asks me where I’m from.
Because land doesn’t move for millions of years, I guess that’s how long I’ll be in geographic puberty for.
Life in the Caucuses is confusing, but at least we have each other, Armenia and Azerbaijan.
Another one ;)
