Jagged Little Piece of the Puzzle

I don’t fit. As much as I’d like to, I just don’t. And people don’t like that. It bothers them. It makes them feel uneasy and uncomfortable. We fear, detest, and cast aside what we don’t understand. Because it’s easier. Because it makes life easier. Things have to fit into categories and classifications. Because, hey, that’s what life is all about, isn’t it? Finding your niche and settling down into it.

What if you don’t?

What do you do then? What do you do when every empty space feels either too large or too small and you just don’t fit?

What happens to an irregular piece of a puzzle? Thrown away into the nearest garbage bin? Cut and molded to somehow fit the rest? Labeled as defective and exchanged at the store? Left and abandoned as a hopeless cause?

Too bad it’s just a little piece of a puzzle and it can’t create a whole new puzzle for it to belong.

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