This month’s word is view, meaning “an instance of seeing or beholding; visual inspection”; “a particular manner of looking at something”;
“contemplation or consideration of a matter with reference to action”; “a general account or description of a subject” or “a conception of a thing; opinion; theory”.
I always seem to be looking sideways to everyone else, tilted, off-kilter. Twisted, somehow.
It’s odd, or I suppose, I’m odd. Things are never quite right, never precisely what others see. There’s nothing wrong with that, I guess, but somehow people don’t like it.
I’m always problematic, always different, and different, of course, is bad. I mean, nobody says that, but I can tell. I can always tell.
Last to be chosen, first to be forgotten. And there’s always an excuse, always a reason, but really the reason is me. People just don’t like me.
That sounds self-pitying, but it’s simply a fact. I’m used to it now. I’ll admit it used to bother me, that I never fit in, but I’m strangely proud of it now.
Making a virtue of your vices, I think it’s called.
Or I’m just a pretentious weirdo. That could be it, too.
In any case, I’ve learned not to care. More, to take pride in it, in my strangeness. In my skewed view, the little twist to everything I perceive.
But sometimes, I wonder: what’s it like to be normal, to be one of them? What would it be like to see the world straight on?
But I’ll never know, I can never know. I can’t truly understand them any more than they do me. It’s just that I’m outnumbered. I know there are others like me, I’ve just yet to meet any.
But that’s my hope, one day to meet someone else like me. Someone who understands, who sees me. Someone who has a skewed view. Someone just like me.
Someday, somewhere, someone.