Fitting in. Life would be boring if we all fitted in.

Cookie cutter.

Sheep.

Twin.

But when you find you are ‘different’ then you feel uncomfortable, paranoid that you aren’t liked, that different is wrong.

You forget that maybe people like you for the reason that you are different, that life gets interesting when cultures clash, that finding out what makes that person tick is part of the fun. So why do i feel so opposed to finding this out, why do I feel like I’ve been the one that puts the barriers up, the one that is quick to think that I’m the one that doesn’t fit in?

Is it snobbery?

Maybe, i worry that my upbringing means that i categorise potential men, friends, jobs as being right or wrong, suitable or just totally against the grain.

But then when i go for something that fits in i feel stifled, i get that ‘oh my god, i hate this, get me out of here’ feeling. I look at the other person and think, ‘how can you be so constrained, controlled by how you think things should be…?’

So i go for the opposite and find i hate it there too.

Do you go for what you know, or for what doesn’t know you?

There is a balance, im sure, somewhere out there.

Miss S xx