I spent the majority of my youth trying to be normal so then somehow I would be
able to fit in. Walked on a straight line, confined to a box because anyone who stood out could not fit in. Realized that in that box, there was no room to move and be who I wanted to be. Could not reach out so instead I decided to look in and I realized something, Being normal is really boring, conforming, lackluster. Eventually I had enough so I gathered all of the strength I could muster, and one limb at a time broke myself out of that box, so I could be free again. Despite being that guy wearing the box rather than fitting in it, I felt like I could be me. And till this day, no matter how different or weird I am, I can say, At least I a m not boring.