Conformity...

A "friend" told me the other day that I should try to blend in better. Um, yeah, gave up that ghost when I was 5 or so and went to kindergarten. Actually, when I'm at my most miserable is when I'm trying to curb my excesses. I'm really beginning to think that there is a reason why some of us are what other people would term "excessive." I have another friend who thinks that most people called excessive or overly sensitive are really just super-sensitive to all the currents that flow through daily life and daily interaction. I personally prefer the latter, and I've never really wanted to just blend in. I don't want to be a rock star or anything, but I do want to be different. And, I am in a lot of ways. I would think that being like everyone else would be boring after a while. I'm also coming to realize how out of my element I am here at "home." I feel trapped in small-town America where everyone thinks that too many people take Prozac and depression is a sign of mental and emotional weakness. Ah, if they only knew!

TMR