I played a game once, at a seminar. We were broken up into groups and asked to state one quality (a good one, I assume) to sum up our characters. So, people went, ‘I am diligent,’ ‘I am caring.’

When it was my turn, I couldn’t quite get the point of this, and thought I might not have been clear on the rules. So, I said, “I am confused. What are…”

“Confused😂” they broke out in laughter. For some reason they saw me as a non-conformist after that. One of them even called me a ‘funny guy’!!! The nerve of him. All I wanted to do was ask a question.

I do not know if I am a non-conformist, but I do at times feel like I’m a stranded alien. When I find my crowd, I can get so happy and high, but I inevitably mess things up, either because of a misunderstanding, a tantrum, or some good old fashioned ghosting. I can get too depressed to talk…or move…or eat.

I’d like to think I am older and wiser now. A thousand years old, means I’m an adult now. A voice in my head goes, “you’re just going to mess it all up again.”