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This morning at the Shrewsbury Recreational Camp was quite eventful. A child came up to me and asked if it was appropriate to put socks on his hands. I chuckled, and being the alternative girl I am, said “Yes, of course it is!”. He went on nonchalantly, as I continued giggling. He was so abnormal. He didn’t fit in with a single soul and I was totally happy about it. How does that even work? Shouldn’t
fitting in make someone more happy than standing out. So confused, as usual. I’m gonna go buy some t-shirts, from concerts I saw, like Woodstock. Ta Ta :)
Last night I was with my best friend Liz Knott in Red Bank and we walked around town and I came to the conclusion. What if I don’t fit in with anyone? I saw a group of stoners and metal kids all in one clique, preppy little Analisa Montanaro’s who get high off their boyfriends and fun all in another clique, I saw jocks tossing a football around shirtless. And then there was me. I felt like I was a little of everything but not anything
specific. It is my dream to fit in with one of these cliques. I want to be like Emmaleigh and drink virtual champagne cause that is classy. But then again, I wanna be like Colleen Toomey who is the epitome of artsy and deep. My mind is so lost right now. All I want is to fit in. I need a group of relative friends, or I am going to to go crazy.
Have you ever seen a fish swim in the sky? Because I have. I want to be one of them. I need to get out of my alternative lifestyle and swim freely into a new world where everything is different, just like me. But then again, if everyone is different does that make me
normal? God, I wish I was normal. Help me.
Ever since I was younger I was the different one. Everyone had the same thoughts about everything except for me. My opinion was too “out there” and meaningless. I knew about everything first before anyone. I knew about American Idol before it premiered, I knew about the island from “LOST” before the plane crash even happened. I also have a weird obsession with exploring. I like go explore industrial warehouses and find ancient things that no one knows about.
Why can’t i just be normal?