So, to answer my own question of why I’m not a man yet here is what I’ve come to. I will never be a man if I continue to label myself as a work in progress person. If I continue at this rate two, then five, then fifteen years on T will begin to feel like a fruitless quest of self fulfilment. And it’s just not.
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