Small Steps Forward

I’m the wrong kind of oddball. I always figured, due to my incredibly dysfunctional childhood, that I belonged with the other outcasts, and so I naturally gravitated to them in any given situation. But I keep finding out that I don’t fit there either. I always assumed that the outsiders would be working to work through and overcome their situation. I’m almost convinced that the exact opposite is true: that most of them aren’t.

I’m the kind of oddball that when told it’s impossible, looks for a way to achieve it. I’m beginning to realize that most people don’t operate this way. I always assumed that of course outsiders would be looking for options in “impossible” and it’s beginning to dawn on me that, again, this is actually rarely the case.

I thought that especially the oddballs would be carrying ladders in their pockets, so they could climb to the stars. But I find that most of them have stopped looking up a long, long time ago.

I think it’s time to rethink my traveling partners.