*sigh* Story of my life….
From childhood to my budding adult life I have carried with me a sense of unusualness, like I am some kind of enigmatic anomaly. I have found myself labelled the odd ball, the black sheep, and the “weirdo”. It’s become my shadow following me to every corner of the globe and a feeling that’s hard to shake. Whether it is through my own presumption or true fact (one informs the other) that is to be debated. Nonetheless, I have reluctantly taken up this moniker and have learned throughout the years that it is as much a blessing as it is a curse.
1. Your Self-awareness needs to be more self-aware.
Most people who are called a weirdo in school usually aren’t too aware how they’re coming off, as often, it’s not the way they imagine. My learning curve of this was in the 6th grade when one of my classmates…
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