I’m different. And while being different doesn’t mean inferior, sometimes I can’t help but feel that way. Inferior.

Because I’m usually alone, I can be myself, do the things I like to do, but when I’m in the midst of people that don’t have the same tastes as I do, I feel so out of place and it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth that leads me to question myself and my tastes- in music  in movies, in books…

Most days, I am secure in my choices. Today is one of the days when I’m not.


Be the warmth today.