Outsider
I work in a cafe. There is a festival in town, and business is quite heavy. I had to work late into the night today, and I just got home.
In order to cope with the constant stream of people ordering things, I take on a persona. I think this is a part of the job to begin with - the service industry is essentially an acting job. There are all the lines you can use - "so what can I get for you today?" and the like - you can talk about the weather - whenever someone says some weird colloquialism, I just smile at them meekly, and that usually works. Anyway, I come off as a very capable waitress/bartender because I am a damn good actor.
I left and wandered around the busy streets. I started to feel a familiar screaming emptiness as I looked around and realized that no one else was walking alone. There was me in my impenetrable bubble, just like so many other times. So many people I wish I could talk to.
I went to bike home, and I saw 3 teenage boys biking down the path with a flashlight. I thought how fun that would be, and how I wanted to be their friend. I wanted to approach them and talk to them. I didn't, because I realized it would be strange and inappropriate for me to try and make friends with 3 random boys 10 years my junior on a darkened path at night. I just wanted them to include me. Any time I see a group of people having fun, I desperately want to be included. In the past, I've changed my mask so many times, and completely hidden/ignored my true self, just so that I could be included.
Inclusion never seemed so important when I was a kid. I was happy playing alone. I don't know what changed.
I JUST WANT TO BE A MEMBER OF A COMMUNITY. This f***ing kills. I am so tired of being an outsider. I have so many things I want to share, and no one to share them with. I love myself now more than I ever have. After lots of hard work and years of self-loathing, I think I can finally say that I love myself... I just want others to love me too, for my best qualities... for my real substance... who I actually am... not for the mask I put on. I want to have a place and that is all. I am tired of being an impartial observer.
There is an empty place inside of me. I am so lonely.
