Being different, a blessing and a curse. Sometimes it feels so lonely, isolating, like nobody understands. Sometimes I get envious of people that easily blend into groups, fit in, so easily accepted, like-minded, similar, enjoy the same things, think the same way.
Yes, everyone is different but when I look around at least the majority of people are able to identify with a group or have people around them that have a similar mindset. But then I just accept that I don’t think the same, I don’t see things the way most people do. And I just have to be okay with that.
Like wouldn’t that be so much easier, simpler than having to be so different. It’s awkward for other people and it’s uncomfortable for me, making others feel that way. And then I have to change how I act so that they don’t feel awkward, then I don’t feel like myself and that can become more awkward or fake. But at least I’m learning more how to just be me but also connecting in a way that at least isn’t so uncomfortable or awkward. Maybe I’m just learning how to make others feel at ease at accepting that I’m different? Or maybe I’m just learning how to be more okay with being different – not judging myself for being different — knowing that I’m different but everyone’s different, so that’s not special or unique in anyway.
And being different just means we’re the same.