YOU ARE UNIQUE! You are special because you have some identifiable characteristic and I don’t mean a nose in the shape of a Doritos chip, ridiculously large ears that would make Dumbo cry, or having Tourette’s episodes in the middle of religious sermons. What I mean is that everyone in this strange world is trying to achieve something in their own distinctive manner whether it is to have a great job, a picture-perfect, lasting relationship with someone, or an exceptional education. Sure, there are people who have unpleasant traits about them such as never showering or showing up to funerals wearing thongs and nothing else. Someone could also be a recluse; a total anti-social, introverted, bitter individual but that’s not the case with what I’m trying to put forth here.
Some people, for unknown reasons, won’t fit into any clique. Political or religious differences are stereotypical explanations why they would not be welcomed within their posse. These manifestations are observed in every culture around the globe but what if this phenomenon transpires when you’re a child or a teenager? Let’s use an example . . .
I went to a small private high school where essentially everyone’s parents were established professionals. I met a few guys that became lifelong friends. These friends did not belong to any external circle of friends and if they did, the group became inconsistent. Years passed and social media became the quintessential place to congregate with old friends and schoolmates. I discovered that the same high school cliques were still active and new memberships were still unavailable. In the past, I arranged class get-togethers with “cyber” help from other classmates and even though these were successful reunions, I still didn’t get my “personalized V.I.P. pass” into their cult-like posse. So . . . what’s the problem here? It can’t be the race because, for the most part, we were all the same race with the same customs and culture with the exception of TWO black students in the whole school. Is it personal wealth that determines whether you would be ostracized or not? It is a possibility but I doubt my classmates are still anticipating their “Hey, you are now mature” notice in the mail. I will admit, I was a hot mess in high school skipping three out of the five days of the week and not caring a bit about my grades but, again, is THIS a legitimate reason?
I have come to the conclusion that perhaps these individual have detected that I am a shapeshifter and they are not at ease with such beings. If only they knew that it was I who transported them to Earth in an intergalactic, flying Ford Galaxie many centuries ago after I rescued them from a faraway planet where the inhabitants (they) fed on their own regenerating toes and had a habit consisting of discharging internal methane through their nostrils while doing ritualistic belly dances in the presence of sixty-three foot space crabs prior to their bedtime.
But seriously, I believe it’s just a matter of perspective. It is THEM who are blemished and impaired possibly from pre-pubescent peer pressure. They have limited themselves to socialize exclusively with their kind . . . somewhat like an incestuous tribe. Perhaps that’s why their children looked slightly suspect with their oversized heads, hindered speech, and unusual blood types K squared or TX+3/4. This act of ostracizing could even be considered bullying in some strange circles.
Just remember that you are much better than them. You don’t have scruples and you are not biased. You are not pretentious by worshiping your magnificent home, vehicle, children, and profession to others. Chances are everything they boast about is a fabrication. You may be standing over their subterranean meth lab if they ever lower their guard to invite you to their incognito soiree. And once you’re there, avoid the bowl with the Little Smokies. Those hors d’oeuvres being served may be their best friend’s severed toes.