Have you ever felt like you just didn’t fit in? Like you were standing in a crowd, and everyone there was oblivious except you?
To some extent, I’ve always felt this. Growing up in rural Louisiana meant that most of my friends never shared the same interests that I did. I was reading horror novels when I was ten. Was reading epic fantasy and sci-fi when I was twelve. Was into games and adventures and things most other kids didn’t care about. You see, my brain has always been somewhere else. (My apologies to all the teachers I had growing up… it wasn’t you, it was me. I’m sure what you had to say was interesting, if only I’d been on Earth at that particular time.) Mostly, I was somewhere else, or wishing I was.
As I grew older, my penchant for feeling like a stranger in a strange land intensified. The more amazing new worlds I discovered, the less interested I was in this one. And without knowing it, I was slowly detaching myself from life in general, in exchange for something that was only a fantasy. Continue reading “I Don’t Belong Here (And Other Lies I Tell Myself)”