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.