I
know, I know. Weird title.
Just let me explain, mmkay?
I want you to go out on a limb
for me and think back to high
school. I know, it’s scary, just
bear with me.
Were you popular or did you
want to be? Did you want to be
friends with the popular girls (or
guys) and “fit in” with everyone?
Even if you didn’t care, I’m sure
you knew someone who did.
Someone who wasn’t quite “good
enough” for the popular crowd
for one stupid reason or another
but they desperately wanted to
be. Maybe their clothes weren’t
trendy enough or their hair
wasn’t on-point. There could be
a lot of reasons why they didn’t
fit the mold.
That was me for sure except I
didn’t want to fit in with the
popular girls. I was smart enough
to know I never would and I
knew that it wasn’t everything
but………
I wanted to be one of the misfits.
Yeah, you heard me right.
I wanted to be in with the Goths,
the punks, the artists, the cre-
ative types, the ones that could
draw, paint, sing, and play the
“cool” instruments like guitars
and drums, the ones with pierc-
ings and tattoos, and clothes
made from hemp. That’s what I
wanted.
But it didn’t happen for me. Not
even close.
I had parents that didn’t ap-
prove of tattoos or piercings and
I didn’t have the money for Hot
Topic or Habitat. I wasn’t good
enough for the popular crowd
or the misfits. I was kinda drifty
and on my own most of the time.
Truth is I have felt this way my
entire life, even as an adult. I
have never felt like I fit in any-
where or with anyone until now,
at nearly thirty years of age.
Why, you ask? I’m gonna tell you
why!
I spent so much time worried
about what everyone else thought
and I was too busy trying to fit
into a mold that someone else
thought of that I totally missed
that fact that I was and still
am totally unique and cool and
amazing and a total misfit (I
mean that in the most positive
way, believe me!)
I wasted years of my life totally
unaware of how awesome I
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