The Odd One
You ever walk into a room and immediately feel like you weren’t supposed to be there? Not in an “oops, wrong meeting” kind of way, but in a “wow, I am fundamentally out of sync with whatever’s happening here” way? Like showing up to a costume party only to realize the theme was not what you thought, and now you’re a pirate in a sea of superheroes. Yeah. That’s me. A lot. It’s a strange kind of isolation—not the obvious, dramatic kind where someone tells you to leave, but the quiet, unnoticed kind where you slowly realize you were never really included to begin with. The little things add up: conversations that move too quickly for you to jump in, decisions that happen without your input, inside jokes that make you wonder if you missed a whole season of a show you thought you were part of. The funny thing? No one even notices. They’re just carrying on, perfectly content, while you stand there wondering if you’ve turned invisible. It’s like being in a group chat where the conv...