Wednesday, October 14, 2015
I knew I was different, especially during my teens when deviating from the herd was social suicide. I was so odd that there wasn't even a special sub-clique for people like me. But high school is a terrible place to learn individuality and self-worth. Only certain types of people are rewarded—by peers, by teachers, by the system.
Fortunately, things changed for me in college. I majored in a field where originality and uniqueness are valuable assets. Ironically, I fit in with people who weren't concerned with fitting in. My opinion of myself, and my life, improved greatly. Different is good.
It wasn't a difficult leap, then, for me to sell my house, divest myself of most of my possessions, disconnect myself from conventional society and start living in a van. It's not normal, but so what? I'm no longer concerned with being popular. But, you know, I wouldn't mind having women flocking around me, drawn by my sexy oddness.