“misfit”

A couple of decades ago, I remember thinking, we’re really good with the “misfits” when I thought about the “kids” who seemed to become part of our lives.

As I’ve gotten older, I understand why those misfits were always drawn to us. I’m a misfit.

I’m also an idealist. I look at life a little differently than others look at life.

I’m not into materialism or consumerism. If I have a BAG to carry my stuff in, I’m happy. I don’t know very much about the fancy designer brands. I don’t desire them and I’m not impressed by them. I like Levi’s, Eddie Bauer, Lands End, etc and it is usually based on durability, comfort and then, of course, looks. I’m not exactly a minimalist either. I like quality stuff around me. I like comfortable things to wear and use.

I find the psycho sales babble that works for some people insulting to my intelligence and I’m not claiming to be the smartest person around!

I’m into living within my means even if that means it seems sacrificial compared to others in this country. I do not like to use credit for things that aren’t necessary, basically, that’s for anything other than our house.

I recently heard about someone paying $3,500 for a dog. I’d spend $3,500 on my dog if he were ill but I’d never pay $3,500 for a dog.

There’s times I try to become “normal” but then I wonder WHY. I really don’t want to be normal. I don’t have the desire for what most people consider a normal life. As I said recently to a friend, “I’m embracing my weirdness!”