Just Because It's You
My friends are always trying to pick me apart and make excuses for things that I do - things that make them uncomfortable because of how unfamiliar they are. "You do this because of your nationality," "because you're an only child," "because you were raised as a middle child," "because of that thing that happened in high school." They can't let things be, let my actions or personality traits stand alone. No, there has to be a reason. There has to be an explanation as to why I do the things I do, why I am the way I am. Why I'm not like them.
It gets lonely during these deconstruction periods. I'll send out an opinion, an uncommon one, something as simple as "I'm not bothered by this" about a situaiton that is normally bothersome to others. But why aren't you bothered, they ask. If I was in your shoes, I'd ...
This is a concept that will forever evade me. I believe in the adventures of curiosity, but more than that I believe in acceptance. I believe in letting something uncomfortable stir in your mind, in saying something vague and not needing to expain why, how, what. In a way, I believe in lying, in slight disguises. If they can accept the strangest things about you without question, imagine how much they'll love the better things, the things that aren't strange, but are eccentric and interesting, and not because of your nationality or birth order, but just because it's you.