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I have always felt like an outsider. I have always felt like I was from somewhere else. I have never fit in. No matter where I went, I was never like everyone else. I have never been liked or popular either. I have always been different. I knew I would be judged and criticized. I knew this in the 2nd grade. I realized then and there, that I should just be myself. I realized that people would talk anyways, and it would be a waste to try and fit in.
I long for a place where I can finally feel at home. I long to feel welcomed and celebrated. I don’t just want to be tolerated. Toleration is not the same as acceptance and celebration. They are both very different. I have my own ways of doing things. I have a theory for just about everything. I also have a methodology for every thing I do.
I enjoy being alone, more than socializing. I enjoy quiet time, or music to feel more at ease. I am a very straight-forward person. I tell it like it is. I call it like I see it. I have no tolerance for stupid people. By that I don’t mean you have to have many degrees, I just mean, use common sense. If you don’t have any common sense you will quickly tire my patience. I have as much patience for dumb people as Trump has brain cells.
I long for the short days, and long nights. I long for cold days and rainy nights. I adore the sound of the rain. There is nothing better. I always feel so cozy. The rain lulls me to sleep and comforts me during the day. The water speaks to me, and I can clearly hear the voice of my soul.