I dread spending time with friends. I dread being out in the world. I dread being around people. There is something I have found that is better than friendship, experiences and company. Isolation. It is like a friend to me; always there and always willing to help me. It is an experience I always love and is the best company I could ask for. Yet I look out at those who are with their friends, I look at everyone having fun experiences and being in the company of those that love them, and I wonder if it's not as bad as it seems. After all, isolation will never be a shoulder to cry on. It will never allow me to be amazed at new things. It stops me from meeting those who would change my life. Isolation lets no love out and love in.
I'm not normal. I'm not pretty but I'm not ugly either. I am different. I don't follow the crowd. Because of some of these and more, in others eyes I'm a freak. To be honest, I don't care. I'm not going to go around feeling horrible because of the stereotype that because I'm different I'm a freak. If that were true then everyone would think everyone else is a freak. The difference between me and you is that YOU are the ones trying to put me down and YOU are the ones putting yourselves down. It's like a bunch of squares trying to fit together to form a circle. It can't be done and you cut and change until you are no longer the squares you once were. I however, will easily accept being a square and that I can't be a circle and instead will, just for laughs, try standing on a corner so I look like a diamond. It's a lot less painful. I used to think you were right but I decided to get a second opinion. However, I didn't just get one. I got many. My friends. Family. Myself.... So if you want to call me a freak so be it. I'd rather be called a freak for being different than being called normal but being just a face in a crowd.
“In this treacherous world nothing is the truth nor a lie. Everything depends on the colour of the crystal through which one sees it” ― Pedro Calderón de la Barca
Apr 6, 2016
some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual
some lose both and become accepted"
- Charles Bukowski