They tell you it is
MayBE NOT directly
In so-many words
But you know
If you are looking
Breathing in and out…
I think the hardest part of BEing “different” [which requires a comparison with someone or something else] is the deep down into my very bones feeling I am WRONG. I am unworthy. Too Much. NOT Enough.
Or, most of all, NOT to BE known about.
When there is no interest, [and especially following an extreme and determined interest] a girl can get to feeling all sorts of feelings.
Several of these are merely annoying and bothersome.
Well, let’s just turn this corner, shall we?!
BEing different is utterly horrible at certain stages of Life. Especially when the differences are glaring and feeling lit up like a billboard. Especially, too, when all you want to DO is fit in, blend, BE a part of, included, wanted, perhaps the one chosen. First. Eagerly. JOYfully.
Still, it’s NOT wrong. NOT necessarily. NOT automatically. NOT REALLY… It is simply Different. MayBE wrapped in other adjectives… unique, original, fascinating, captivating, exceptional, unusually fresh, brilliant, clever, extraordinary… it might go down a whole lot easier.
Winning adjectives and those dark and uglies aside, BEing different makes Life interesting. There is no trail to follow. Only adventures that leave a path…
I love you, Currie