Ever heard that stupid saying "And the cheese stands alone?" I wanna say that I am the cheese (No I'm not old and smelly, well maybe old!) still that’s how I feel sometimes. Sure I’ve said it before that I do ostracize myself now more than before. All the same I know that is has a lot to do with the fact that I am getting older, and weight gain. It has been increasing more in the recent months. Still that’s mostly because I don’t feel anyone willing to empathize with me. Everyone I know will just tell me to suck it up and do something about (I will…Umm eventually...maybe, will see?). I get it, I do and that’s fine. Except I feel have nothing new to add to the conversation so I say nothing. So it seems that’s why I’m excluding myself. Though I don’t think I’m explaining myself correctly since I am still going out with and seeing my peeps, I’m just not sharing my feelings as I would do normally so I’m inclined to be on the quieter side.. i.e. being a recluse. I just can’t help being a bit unusual (sometimes it’s more funner that way). Despite the fact that I’ve just never been quite what you call normal. I’m pretty sure that out of all us sibling only two and four are as normal as you can be growing up in our dysfunctional family. I know for a fact that sibling one ain’t ever been right! Though I don’t really feel that I’m bizarre because of her, I’m in no doubt that she encouraged it.
Sibling one was too far in age range to really be a partner in crime, then there’s sibling two who just didn’t get me, although sibling four was two years younger than I (we could pass for twins if he’d just shave his stash!) I usually got into trouble for him... but I guess he would be my partner in crime. But it seems we got caught more offend that not and sibling one got in it the end…
We were such odd ball children now that I think about it. Or maybe we weren’t? Sibling one and two would have the tendency to fight over every little thing. As for four you could say he was the brat of the pack he was the only boy so that in and of itself was a miracle. Consequently I was the third girl. I was in the middle but not. I didn’t fit in with the other two girls. They were too old and the little one was a boy and close to my age…Therefore we clinged to each other but I don’t quite fit in there either cause he was a boy (don’t get me wrong we got into all kinds of awesome mischief…Muhahaaha!). There were times I just didn’t belong there though I guess we all feel alone sometime…*shake my head* phiff...cheese.
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