Have you guys ever been in a situation where you start having imposter syndrome because everybody around you feels massively sorry for you and you don’t know why?
I’ve already had 3 people here at the conference come up to me to express compassion and solidarity for me in my plight. People are hugging me, patting me on the shoulder, and asking how I am surviving in the terrible America of Trump. And I’m sitting there in my Camper shoes and my Lola Casademunt jewelry, feeling like some sort of an unwitting fraud.
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