A little girl once introduced her brother and sister to me by their names. And then she said, “And I’m the weird one.” I laughed because she was only about four years old. Then, I told her the only thing worse than being weird was being just like everybody else. She looked at me puzzled and I told her being weird was a great thing, but I don’t think I convinced her.
There’s a whole group of people that call themselves “misfits” in town. I find it strange for misfits to congregate. I like the word “misfit” and well, I do congregate with them occasionally online. But, what does one do when they aren’t quite “off” enough to fit in with other self-proclaimed misfits and yet not status quo enough to fit in with the regular folks? To misfits, I’m normal; to normal people, I’m weird. That, I think is truly a misfit. You don’t fit in. You stand out. No matter who you’re around, you feel out of place. Where’s the convention for those of us just teetering in between? There isn’t. We don’t need one. We’re ok alone. We support each other when needed. We must be our own encouragers, our own babysitters, and our own supporters. Sometimes, we reach out, but mostly we keep to ourselves. We use words like crazy, weird, different, strange to describe ourselves, but it’s only in comparison to others. To us, everyone acting the same is weird. I prefer to use the adjective “eccentric”. Labels suck for the most part, but a label seems to be what helps people to believe they fit in with others. So, fellow teeterers, let’s just say “we’re eccentric.”
We don’t try to be eccentric, but we just don’t get it. We don’t understand just accepting a role you’re expected to play and do it until you die. Maybe people are happy doing that and hey, that would be awesome if we could just do it too. Sometimes, we play along. Sometimes, we play along for years and still aren’t happy. And we get angry at ourselves for not being happy when we have everything we were told we were supposed to want. Then, sometimes, when we feel brave enough, we stop playing along and say “screw it, world. This is me. Take it or leave it. I have one life and I’m going to live it the way I want to and not the way you say I should.”
This isn’t a problem really until we want to congregate with others like ourselves….then, we remember, we don’t really do that. Or we are looking for employment and hear “we need a good fit,” “someone who can fit in with our corporate culture.” Yeah, that’s probably not going to happen. Sometimes, it bothers me that I don’t seem to belong anywhere, but then I tell myself that I stand out. And it’s better to stand out than to fit in. I just wished the rest of the world knew it, don’t you?