Friends, I’m different, and there’s nothing wrong with that. I’ve always been a little weird, and I’ve never really been part of the “in” crowd. In high school, I was a cheerleader, the band captain, the year book editor, and salutatorian. I was on the Homecoming Court twice, but, bless me, I said what I thought, and I thought all the time, so I never won popularity contests. Anyone looking at me would think I was accepted, but I always knew that I really wasn’t. I won beauty contests (the judges loved me in interviews), and I received numerous awards given by the faculty, but not anything voted on by students. Consequently, they elected people they liked, but who would accomplish nothing. In Beta Club, I was not an officer, but the faculty sponsor made up a title for me – projects chairman (of a one-woman board) – so that I could do all the fund-raising and work involved in running the club. I was President of the Drama Club, but everyone in that was strange, so no one cared that I was not like everyone else. It was the same with the Chess Club.
Most of the girls were mean to me; they excluded me whenever they could. So, I always had a boyfriend. I had someone to sit with at lunch, talk to between classes, and take me to the dances and out on dates. I insulated myself against the pain of rejection. Boys were always nicer to me than girls were, and they made better friends.
Folks, there are still mean girls by the water fountain, whispering about their plans and leaving me out of them, but I’m over it. I’m fine with who I am, though I do strive to improve myself (for me, not for them). Whether or not the “popular” girls approve of me no longer really matters in the scheme of things. I’m different, and my writing reflects that difference. Some people cannot accept that I don’t fit their mold, but I would rather not be confined to anyone else’s idea of who I should be or what I should write. I will always upset the status quo without consciously trying to do so. It is not my aim to be different; it’s just the way I am.
I’d rather be a rising star than a setting sun. I hope you feel the same way. Don’t let the naysayers get you down, and never let them see you sweat.
I have come to the conclusion that God loves variety, and that He made me the way I am. He made the elephant, the giraffe, and the duck billed platypus, so I know He has a sense of humor, and He likes things that are different.
Romans 8:31 says, “What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?”