I'm sitting here eating sugar apples and a very old memory is triggered. As a youngster i had a routine of listening to my mum and dad talking in bed at night. They didn’t know i did and usually it was very calming for me. Not this night. I overheard my dad say that he thought it was weird that i didn’t have many friends, and that i wasn’t normal. I remember gasping and trying to hold back the tears. I already felt like an outcast in school. Now my dad, who was the centre of my universe even thought i was strange.
I felt like i had disappointed him and that he didn’t love me so i went about trying to make friends. I was very introverted and this felt unnatural to me. I only liked minimal company. Needless to say the plan failed. I repeated the pattern a thousand times more until one day i realised hang on.... This is who i am. Being a weirdo is my speciality! 🤙please don’t ever be afraid to be different, be afraid to be like everyone else. You are a limited edition. So welcome my fellow weirdos, you will fit right in here.
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