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There are many people who are lost, for reasons of their own: the woman whose husband recently died, leaving her with three children and a score of debts, the college freshman who has lost his direction in life, the businessman who's in over his head with a deadline he can't keep. All of them perfectly legitimate reasons. All of them with a right to feel the way they do.

And then there are those like you, who should have no reason at all.

You don't know where you came from. That shouldn't be a problem: you are privileged, and it comes with the territory. You have never wanted for anything, never been in dire straits. You have led a reasonably happy life, dotted by the same fleeting difficulties the average joe encounters. There were never any issues concerning your origins; your inability to complete your genetics homework was simply an annoyance, an inconvenience, nothing more; you were never given grief by your peers. You should have no reason to feel bothered by your unknown history. But you do.

You are not concerned about *whom* you came from. You are not, have never been, tempted to find out; never had reason to entertain ridiculous fantasies. They relinquished all rights to you the day they decided not to keep you; they can go drown in a vat of untreated sewage, for all you care. Occasionally, you idly wonder if you have any siblings, but the answer would have no impact upon your life either way.

No, your concerns are more practical: what gene pool do you belong to? what lineage can you lay claim to? what is your family medical history, where does that put you in terms of risk? just what the hell *are* you, anyway? These are the questions that matter, and you will never have the answers to them, and it bugs the hell out of you sometimes.

Because, sometimes, at the end of the day, you find yourself admitting: you have no idea who you are.

... and you feel as if you've been cast adrift in a sea of humans, with only a broken compass for a guide.

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100 Pictures Challenge #16: Questioning.

A vignette. LOL.

Corel PhotoPaint. Something to the order of 500 layers. Cheers to my beta for the title.

Oh, and to the person who compulsively went on a hunt for The Mysterious Donut Girl - shame on you!

Oh, and by the way, no, the central character does *not* cast a shadow. I didn't make a mistake there.

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There are many people who are lost, for reasons of their own: the woman whose husband recently died, leaving her with three children and a score of debts, the college freshman who has lost his direction in life, the businessman who's in over his head with a deadline he can't keep. All of them perfectly legitimate reasons. All of them with a right to feel the way they do.

And then there are those like you, who should have no reason at all.

You don't know where you came from. That shouldn't be a problem: you are privileged, and it comes with the territory. You have never wanted for anything, never been in dire straits. You have led a reasonably happy life, dotted by the same fleeting difficulties the average joe encounters. There were never any issues concerning your origins; your inability to complete your genetics homework was simply an annoyance, an inconvenience, nothing more; you were never given grief by your peers. You should have no reason to feel bothered by your unknown history. But you do.

You are not concerned about *whom* you came from. You are not, have never been, tempted to find out; never had reason to entertain ridiculous fantasies. They relinquished all rights to you the day they decided not to keep you; they can go drown in a vat of untreated sewage, for all you care. Occasionally, you idly wonder if you have any siblings, but the answer would have no impact upon your life either way.

No, your concerns are more practical: what gene pool do you belong to? what lineage can you lay claim to? what is your family medical history, where does that put you in terms of risk? just what the hell *are* you, anyway? These are the questions that matter, and you will never have the answers to them, and it bugs the hell out of you sometimes.

Because, sometimes, at the end of the day, you find yourself admitting: you have no idea who you are.

... and you feel as if you've been cast adrift in a sea of humans, with only a broken compass for a guide.

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100 Pictures Challenge #16: Questioning.

A vignette. LOL.

Corel PhotoPaint. Something to the order of 500 layers. Cheers to my beta for the title.

Oh, and to the person who compulsively went on a hunt for The Mysterious Donut Girl - shame on you!

Oh, and by the way, no, the central character does *not* cast a shadow. I didn't make a mistake there.