I am different– it is a fact. In being different, there are special things about me;
As of this afternoon I have stopped trying to “be normal.” This is resulting in frustration, discontent, and the focus on the disparity;
Instead of dwelling on the negative and things I can’t change, I’ve adjusted my focus elsewhere. What are the -positive- things about me?
I may not be able to connect with people because of my very different beliefs and observations about the universe. I do, however, connect with the characters of my stories. I’ve begun writing more to feel companionship.
Along those same lines, not everybody thinks the way I do. Just because I look at a person and pick them to pieces and make decisions as to what clicks and what does not it doesn’t mean everyone else does;
My gift is my beauty. No, that’s not vanity and no, I’m not drop-dead gorgeous like Mila Jovovich but I don’t look like a “guy in a dress,” either. I don’t wish to be associated or give my time to causes, labels, or any sort of community, but I can give a website, an example, my confidence, and my style;