All my life I was told I am different. Sometimes it was appreciated, sometimes not so much. I was told I had energy unparalleled, sometimes appreciated, other times not. Some people tell me how much they admired me, some said I couldn’t be understood. Ever since I was a child, I was told being different is good. In school, I was told different people tend to make better lives for themselves. In movies, I was shown that the protagonist is always, well, different. These notions influenced my perspective towards life, making me crave the feeling of being different. Having said that, I was never treated like I was different, challenging my notion of me being “different”. However, sometime back I realized that I was never treated like I was different because no one wanted me to know how different I am. Every time something nice happened to me, every time I said something exceptional, people tried to normalize how exceptional these things were. That is when I cou...
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