Four years ago, I felt as if I belonged somewhere. There was a group out there, a long time ago, that considered me among their ranks. It was unthinkable that they would go out without throwing me an invite. We laughed, we had fun, we stayed out until dawn.
Now, as an older man, I feel isolated from the greater part of society. I feel ostracized because I have unusual habits, and avoided because I have different tastes. Let's face it, people think I'm weird.
In some capacity, I know exactly why they think this way. And yet, I'm always finding myself lost in introspection, trying to figure out what makes me so goddamn unusual.
Maybe it's time for me to embrace who I am, and let everyone else go about their own merry ways. I'm always smirking at the habits of some, finding myself bewildered at the behavior of others. I suppose the treatment towards me is no different, when viewed in this capacity.
Go ahead. Call me weird. Set me apart as an outlier. I am no longer going to consider this a gesture of negativity - rather, you're sparing me the misfortune of interacting with a mind more closed.
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