I used to believe that I had no place in the world. Back in high school I acted a lot but really I didn’t fit in. I always thought differently than other people, sometimes to my detriment, sometimes it was mere illusion. However, I was the artist always striving to draw and write. It was my talents that impress people. That is how I learned how to socialize. Not by saying hello or hey but at arms distance.
I got out on my own moved to New Mexico, made some friends and well, didn’t fit in there either. I was an alien, I was strange and my customs were weird. It was there I met some interesting folks. Kacie, my girlfriend, love of my life, bane of my existence, she was a lovely disease. I still never found my place with her either though I truly do still love that girl. Emily, Mitchel, and the others were truly people I found a home for a time with. The militia I joined also was a lot of fun. Taught me how to be a man. How to clean a gun and shoot. Stitch up a wound, give me floss and a needle, fix you right mate.
Anyways, to make a long story short, I didn’t fit in because I found that I fit with many groups. I am the lone wolf. I am not just saying that for edgy sense or whatever either. I fit in with geeks and nerd, I fit in with the brave and free, I fit in with the lonely and fearing, I fit in because I can relate to people, from a conceptual level at the least. There is still no place for me, because I am always moving around, always. So when this ol lone wolf comes a kicking around with you, know that I value that.