I’m not like the other people around here, and I never have
been (no matter where I am). I have
never been able to hide it, either. If
you’ve talked to me for more than 5 minutes, I’ve probably said something weird
to you—it’s just how I am. It gets a bit
tiring, to be honest—to always be the one who doesn’t quite fit in. I have a couple of friends who long ago
accepted my oddities so nothing really fazes them now. Heck, most of the time
they enjoy my daffiness. It’s so nice to
feel that someone is truly comfortable with me.
This is probably the hardest part of making new friends for me—waiting to
see who will really be okay with me as I am.
If a new friend will be able to deal with the things that are different or
if they will not be able to accept the strange bits. I find
myself wanting to explain things every time they say “that’s weird.” But explanations won’t help because the more
I say, the weirder I’ll seem. I simply
have to hope they are saying it with affection because I am who I am and I won't
pretend otherwise.
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