Fitting In

Someone said to me the other day "I don't fit in." That made me think....Fit into what? Who's definition? Why are we always trying to "fit" somewhere? Who said we have to "fit in"?

I don't "fit in" - never felt I have. I tried for years, made myself miserable. One day I finally realized I am me, take me or leave me. Do I look like everyone else? dress like everyone else? know the same things? NO and I don't need to do any of that. I look like me - yes, I try to improve on it, but you get what you get. I dress so I'm comfortable. If I knew everything everyone else did, we'd have nothing to talk about, nothing to learn. I have lots of friends. Some are passing through, some I'll have forever. Those forever friends are the closest I've come to "fitting in" with other people. We fit together because we accept who we are. There's a place out there where I am comfortable no matter what, a place I enjoy all the time. No, not a utopia, just a place I accept, that accepts me, we both have our flaws and that's okay. This mentality is hard to acheive and must be renewed constantly or I fall back into the trap. I just have to remember: "I am who the hell I am."