I know I’m basically not much different from anybody else; not terribly special; not too good but not too bad either. But even as I look around and feel as though I look like and act like everybody around me, I still feel like I'm different. Something’s wrong. Something is unusual and I just can’t seem to put a finger on it.
I've felt this way for most of my life. During adolescence I thought I didn't belong; that I was something of an outcast. I had friends. But I didn't belong to, or at least I felt like I didn't belong to the 'group' at least the 'group' to which I wanted to belong.
I learned at the end of high school that being an outsider wasn't necessarily a bad thing. I slowly began to realize that I didn't need to belong to anything. I certainly did not need to belong to anything to which I didn't want to belong or to anything where the members did not want me to belong.
And now it's not so much a matter of belonging to anything, it's more a matter of my perceptions, observations, analyses and choices. Now I like being different.
CAN'T QUITE
(from PUT A FINGER ON IT )
©2006 Raymond M. Jozwiak
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