What’s it like to be the black sheep?
The odd ball?
The one that sticks out?
When actually you would rather just roll under the table
What’s it like to be naturally high
When everyone else feels low – either due to a hangover
Or some crap that they ate
What’s it like
To be part of something
Doing something
That many don’t understand?
The sober
Boring?
Outlander
In a world full of cool wine mum memes
Endless amounts of cheers 🍻
And people who love to sneer
At plant based eaters
What’s it like?
Oh
Well
Shit
It’s sometimes capitulating
It’s sometimes having a bit of dairy or fish just to make it easier on a menu when you’re out to dinner with loved ones
It’s being always aware – even as some get drunker and less kind and more kind of repetitive and boring
It’s tolerating
Accepting
That everyone is different
Just as we all have a right to be
It’s sometimes being quietly livid anyway
Because you’re sick of taking insults in the form of “advice” about your nutrition
From sick people
It’s being even and not breaking out in a tantrum when you would actually like to tell someone you love to “back off” because then, where does that get you?
It’s taking jokes on the chin
And turning within when it’s just a bit too much out there
It’s leaning on your own common sense
And intuition
It’s walking away, being quiet
And it’s character building
So
I wouldn’t have it any other way
Because
I’ve learnt more from being different and following my heart
Then I ever learnt trying to be the same
And in the end – neither path is easy
But I prefer the one I agree with
It helps me sleep deeply
Rise with passion
And in the end
You can never win
Because the way other people see you?
Is up to them
And the way you see yourself?
Well that’s the only thing that matters.
*and you get better at feigning deafness. Dropping grudges before they can weigh you down and realising – you can’t tell stupid anything.
Header photo – me 2015 outside the Great Northern pub in Winton. Having a cold beer. I still ate meat. All round normal person. I had travelled here with my brother on our bikes enroute (via the outback) to Cairns.
Sometimes I miss this chick. Then I remember – this woman had numbing chest pain that radiated down her left arm at times.
This woman couldn’t run out of sight on a dark night. This woman had a snarky defensive edge to her humour sometimes.
This woman cared too much about what others thought.
Mostly though I realise that this chick was just another skin I shed on the way to who I am now.
We all change.
And will do so again.
That much at least, is guaranteed.
And this post came from a post by another blogger Mitch who queried “who were you five years ago?”
When I went back I was astonished at where I was and even more so about who I am now. If I went back a further five years and then before that again it becomes even more surprising
So I’ll pass it on – where were you, who were you five years ago?
And where are you headed based on your present?
Do you like who you are now?
