When my little sister was born, my mother looked at her and said, “What a sweet baby!” When I was born, she looked at me and said, “What the hell is this?”
I had to wear my younger sister’s hand-me-downs.
Even the school dweebs didn’t want to be seen with me.
Men only want me for my mind.
My dog refused to greet me at the door.
My cat pretends I don’t exist.
It isn’t easy living with this. Every time I turn around it’s something new. I don’t even do anything to earn this; it just comes. It’s some kind of weird talent or anti-magnetism or something.
The old ladies next door won’t gossip about me.
At family weddings, they seat me behind the organ.
When I moved into a haunted house, the ghosts moved out.
Are there any others out there with similar experiences to share? If so, please post them in the comments section below. I’m not going to start a support group or anything. It would just make me happy to know that there are other miserable misfits out there, too.
You are not alone.