I am not perfect.
But I am unique. I am me, the only me I know.
I like me.
Some people don't like me. In the main I'm cool with that. I don't think I go about forcing people to like me. I don't feel like I should have to either.
What troubles me isn't so much not being liked, but not fitting in.
I have enough trouble finding clothes that fit perfectly, let alone finding others to fit in with perfectly.
But when I find that fit, it is something special and precious. Dearly treasured.
Not having a fit every time is fine - there's always more to try on.
What I strongly dislike is trying to fit and then having it pointed out that I don't fit and it's all my fault (of course).
Is that my problem or theirs? Are they trying "hard enough" too? Perhaps I don't fit but I don't wish to take it upon myself as a personal problem. I am me, I have flaws. I know they're noticed but sure as hell, I'm noticing your flaws too.
If you feel uncomfortable, that's your feelings. Not mine. If you think I make you feel uncomfortable, perhaps that's more telling of yourself than of me. It's not deliberate - deal with it.
Sunday, March 01, 2009
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