
Embracing Your Weird: How Owning Your Out-of-the-Norm Nature Sets You Free
There was always a strange comfort in the bathroom stall. Not the act of using it, but just sitting there. Locked in. Alone. I used to fake stomach aches just to escape lunch. That fifteen minutes of quiet solitude? Way better than the clatter of trays and forced conversation I never quite knew how to navigate.
I was weird. Not eccentric or quirky in a cool, Zooey-Deschanel-in-an-indie-film way. Just weird. Reserved. Shy. The kind of kid who got invited to group projects only because the teacher...
I was weird. Not eccentric or quirky in a cool, Zooey-Deschanel-in-an-indie-film way. Just weird. Reserved. Shy. The kind of kid who got invited to group projects only because the teacher...