Who Am I?

I feel like Derek Zoolander in that scene early in the movie. He’s just found out he’s not model of the year (he lost to Hansel “He’s so hot right now”). Derek leans over to gaze on a puddle in the street and asks “Who am I?”

And I realized a few minutes ago that I’m at one of those points where I don’t really fit in. I’ve never really fit in. Like, you couldn’t ever classify me in school because I got along with everyone. And still I do. So I have friends in all walks of life. But that can lead to some loneliness. I have a family and responsibilities, so I don’t get invited on spontaneous shopping/coffee trips. I am not expecting my second child, so I’m left out of a lot of prenatal conversations that the gals in my true demographic are dishing out. My friend says I’m a bridge. I guess I provide a means for people to get where they really want to be. And then I’m just there. And people know that when they need to “cross-over” again, here I’ll be.

I’m not whining. It’s just sort of a weird place to be: not really fitting, just watching the reels roll by in film noir fantasy.

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~ by hannahcsykes on December 16, 2007.

One Response to “Who Am I?”

  1. if you were near me, i’d invite you on spontaneous coffee trips all the time =D and we could hit up some crafty stores and bookstores too 🙂

    /hugs Hannah

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