He didn’t
know how long he had felt it. It just sort of crept up on him over the years.
Gradually introducing itself into his perceptions until he couldn’t remember a
time when he didn’t feel this way.
He
felt,....weird.
It started
when he was a child in school. But no one ever took special notice of a child
that didn’t fit in. There was always a few kids in each school that seemed
different from the rest. Not better, and not worse, just different. Weird.
He had
friends in school. Some rather good ones at that compared to what he perceived
as the shallow, superficial relationships he observed with the “cool” crowd.
But he never differentiated himself from the other kids in any particular way.
He made it to the football team after a second attempt, played for a few games
and then dropped out because he didn’t like it.
No one
noticed or really cared. He didn’t particularly care himself, which was not
unusual. He often signed up for clubs, or projects, or developed a passing,
transient interest in a hobby or sport only to drop it in a few days or weeks.
Once again,
no one really noticed. His parents loved him and just chalked it up to a
childish attention span, and tried to be patient and indulge him as he found
his “niche” in life.
He never
did.
He was now
an adult...
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