I used to worry that I didn’t fit. I could be at a party
and I was still alone.
Alone with my thoughts, I just didn’t belong. I couldn’t figure
it out why everyone seemed to be having a good time. But not me.
This stuck with me all my life. I tried to fit. Of course,
there were a few times when I drank too much, I thought I fit.
Looking back now I know I didn’t and I’m glad. What does it matter? And I realized I like being alone.
Why? No expectations, no one to impress. Unless you count me.
And I’m very hard to impress. So what impresses you?
Humor at it’s rawest. Learning new things, listening to awesome music and,
long conversations with myself about nothing important.
Listening to silence. Trying to write a poem. Trying to
sing and record it on my phone. Getting lost in my
thoughts and forgetting to sleep. Wondering why I still