For the past 5 years of so, I have wondered about something that happened very, very early in my life. If you ever meet my family, one of the first things you realize is that I am very different from them. I only have an older sister (9 years). Physically and mentally, we are different. My entire body is about twice the size of hers. She definitely exhibits quieter (more demure) personality traits than I do. I'm definitely more the aggressor when it comes to life's tasks.
As for my parents, I am practically double their size. I look a lot like my father. There are moments when Mike says that I look exactly like him. When I used to visit their Filipino hometown, people I did not know would walk up to me to ask if he was in town. They always said that I was the "carbon copy" of my dad - except that I was double his size. Compared to my parents, my demeanor is definitely more "robust" than theirs. It's not that they are these exceptionally quiet and introverted beings. It's just that I am neither quiet nor introverted. Which makes me wonder about that thing that happened very, very early in my life.
When I was born, the doctor that delivered me diagnosed me with jaundice. Back in those days, they treated jaundice in newborns by doing a complete blood transfusion. I was treated thusly. The person who donated the blood was a German Caucasian male. As you can assume, this has not escaped my attention.
As I have gotten older, I have noticed the extreme difference in body types when it comes to me and the rest of my family. I'm just different. I'm different physically, mentally, psychologically, and sociologically. I'm just different from them. I wonder if it's because of the infusion of German Caucasian male blood into my system? I wonder if that fact has affected more than my physical being. I wonder who that donor is... or was. I wonder if any of my traits are similar to his. I wonder about that a lot lately. Later.