You're this! Not that! And don't forget it!

There are many identities that a body carries along the journey of life. I speak for myself about my own. Sometimes an identity can be represented by a symbol and the person who views it can decide whether this individual is friend or foe. Some that I have worn? A botonee cross, a Star of David, a pentagram, a Celtic knot, a triquetra, a lambda (to name a few). Some of these choices were completely contrived as seemingly attractive jewelry at the time. Others represented some part of me or my life or my spirit that was still resonating within.
I do believe in the power of DNA and I am certain that each of us has someone in our biological lineage with whom we can feel a sense of connection or (literally) kinship. Of course, my notion will one day be debunked as hokum when science lets us know that DNA can now be artificially created with lab created long chains of monomer nucleotides that have never had any historic connection to something human.
Sometimes people love to make guesses or conjectures about who I am or where I am from based on what appears on my plate at lunch. The meal plan is usually based on small portions of things that have been individually wrapped and then (re-)heated together in the microwave. Sometimes (or most times) the major portion of the plate is something that is homemade such as a vegetarian loaf, beans and grain, or a meat and pasta dish. Said fare may also have either fresh or canned vegetables. And often the canned vegetables are things that I just didn't feel like making from scratch (usually greens from Allens). No, I wasn't a vegetarian or a vegan. I wasn't a health food fanatic. I wasn't publishing or promoting healthier living or lifestyle choices based on the food assortment that landed on my plate. I was just doing cooking for the week and mixing and matching the big batches that I came up with.
These days I wear nothing. Don't even need a watch because I can find an analog clock with sweep hand on my cell phone. I don't have a ring or chain that bonds me to another person. The single piercing in my left lobe seldom has anything in it.
My hair style doesn't change much over the years. I let it grow for 3-4 years and then I cut it to an inch. Facial hair is adjusted every 7-10 days. My clothing is neither vintage nor in vogue. I wear scrubs half the day and jeans on weekends. When at home inside I generally have on a cotton robe.
I have no addictions. I drink store brand coffee and usually keep small bags of loose tea that have been drawn up and put in tiny paper sacks by a local tea master. I only buy made in the USA soaps (and toothpaste) and prefer to use cotton against my skin.
I'm just an American hippie... who opts to have short hair these days.