I spent a lot of my life wishing I was like everyone else.  Nothing could have meant more to me.

If you had told me at any point in my life I would eventually like being odd I would have called you an idiot.  Well, I don’t talk to people like that, but I would have told you that you were crazy and then apologized for saying it.

But I have come to a place where I am not only content with being odd, but I am more than willing to do absolutely nothing to fit in better.  A big part of being happy has been to stop trying to escape the island of misfit toys, and instead spend more quality time with the other toys.