Not An Adult But Getting a Little Old For It

I have this growing suspicion that I am out of tune with my environment.  You know, I'm a daisy in a bed of roses.  I'm a zebra in a field of donkeys.  I'm a dog-eared paperback on a shelf full of first edition, leather-bound tomes.

I don't want to be different.  I want to be the same.  Or, if I must be different, I'd like to be quite secure in my difference from the rest.  For instance, I would like to feel strongly daisy, rather than daisy-ish with a wishy-washy rose complex.

Are there any out there in a similar state?

Mikki Mikki
31-35, F
1 Response May 17, 2007

Nicely put. I feel somewhat the same, although I wouldn't say everybody else is roses :)