They hired a new girl where I work, and my coworker decided to tell her that I'm "eccentric". I told my boss this, and she said, "Oh, I wouldn't term it quite that way. I'd call you unique. And special."
Which pretty much means she agrees.
And, yeah, I know I'm eccentric, unique, special, whatever you want to call it. I'm different than everyone else. I always have been. I haven't been different completely by choice, but I AM different.
Each of us is different, of course. We each have something that makes us unique and special. But, apparently, my uniqueness shines a little brighter than most. At first, I felt vaguely insulted by the fact that she called me eccentric. I acknowledged that she was right, but I felt as though she was saying there was something wrong with me because I'm not like everyone else.
But I've been thinking about it. I've wanted to be special, something different and unique and incredible, my entire life. But then I would seek a goal contrary to that desire: I tried to fit in.
Not very well, obviously, but I did try.
It turns out, in my life-long search of being special, I've been fighting myself. Because I also want to be accepted and loved by everyone else, and so I try to fit in with them.
So I think it's past time for me to stop viewing other people calling me different as an insult. It's a compliment. That means I'm actually headed in the right direction towards what I've always wanted: to be incredible.
What do you think? Do you think being different is a good thing?
Daily Stats:
- Exercised and stretched once today. Meditated and worked on my writing twice.
- Wrote in my journal, stayed on budget, and wrote a haiku.
- Posted on my blog.
- Made my bed.
- Did not stick to my diet.
- Cooked breakfast and dinner.
- Drew.
Of course being different is a good thing! I long to be called eccentric and always take being called weird as a compliment. I enjoy that I think differently from others and that they can't see what I see. It means I get to open their eyes for a start.
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