Ever feel like you didn’t belong anywhere? Yeah, absolutely nowhere. Every circle of friends–should they really be called friends???–every social media site that you have devoted your very soul to, every relationship that you have made and established….it feels like you don’t fit in. What is worse with every passing year, every passing day, every passing second, you notice that it is not getting better. The range gets smaller. It feels more suffocating, like the cliff is about to collapse and you’re going to fall.
Don’t expect to post anything on social media of any kind and get a million likes and comments. Even with posting something radical as this. It’s not going to get noticed. Ever. Hey, how come when someone else posts this kind of stuff, they get all the encouraging comments, such as “You’re beautiful, don’t give up,” and “Hey, you are AWESOME! Don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise” comfort platitudes? They must be made out of rock star material, yeah?? But when you post this kind of thought, not a sound, not even an echo comes through the wind. Complete silence. Wow. Apparently, so and so deserves to hear that kind of encouragement from a support system through the masses, but when it comes to you, you don’t deserve even a gentle, soothing whisper. You must be an alien from planet Mars, and you didn’t even realize it. Excuse me, let me go put my makeup on. My obviously weird green makeup and creepy yellow eyes are showing.
Ok, so then, with the words of “love yourself” and “don’t worry about what everyone else thinks, be you,” why doesn’t it sometimes seem to be enough? Especially, with nobody, and absolutely nobody, do you seem to fit in? It’s one thing to be introverted and have “no friends,” and then to be also socially awkward and have “no friends,” and then to just be everything socially deprived in the land of social mania and all that’s good there and have no friends. Absolutely no friends. Absolutely nothing. (Really love using absolutely, huh?)
Let that sink in. Grab a drink and sink into a comfy chair if you need to. You’ve just written this crazy rant and you feel so good about letting it all out. You’re not even concerned that you haven’t written a blog post in years because everything you type sounds wrong in your ears when you type something, due to the fact someone might think you are crazy or boring or disorganized in your thinking and think it not worthy to read. Ha, shoot it. It finally sounds just right. It is kind of disorganized, but who cares! Apply whatever horrendous experiences you’ve had with friendships, relationships, anything that deals with the horrible ways people sometimes makes you feel just because they think you aren’t good enough to chat or hang out with. Make it fit for your situation, because hey, I think the feelings are covered here.
Now, look in the mirror. You look beautiful. Handsome. Pretty awesome, actually. Pucker your lips. Flex your muscle. Smile even though you might carry some heavy ( you think fat) curves, bear a unique (you think rather ugly) mark on your body, or feel super disgusted with yourself. Remind yourself of those feel-good platitudes that you degraded a moment before in your moment of bitterness, and embrace their wisdom. Hey, they’re still right, even though, doggone it, it’s hard to realize it when you’re sitting at home, staring at depressing chick-flicks with a gallon of chocolate ice cream and a family size bag of potato chips that you intend to eat all of, because no one wants to be in your company. You’ve just written the ugly thoughts (at least the surface; you’re not that brave yet, but you’ll get there) down with class, and if no one reads your rather satisfyingly, revolutionary (at least to you) words, who the heck cares. You feel so much better. Now, get back out there, and own it!
Even if no one ever notices. Besides, if things get tough again, you can just write another crazy rant with all the salt and vinegar you possess. At least for now, it works.