Outcast is kind of a strong word, but I guess that is what you would call what I was in high school. I had friends, but I always felt a little off, like I was different.
I didn’t wear the “right” clothes or do my hair the way the popular people thought I should. I didn’t date the people they thought I should. And I definitely didn’t engage in the activities that most people thought I should.
You were more likely to find me with a book (that I wasn’t reading for class) than you were with a pair of pom poms and the latest issue of Seventeen.
And I definitely don’t blame the people I went to high school with. Yea, they could have been nicer. They could have been friendlier. But ask most of the people I was friends with then and the ones I’m friends with now.
I’m not super talkative with people I don’t know. I don’t walk up to random strangers and introduce myself. Bars and clubs aren’t really my thing. And the parties I was going to didn’t include the people I went to high school with. So I guess it was just as much my fault as it was theirs.