What makes you different?

Otherwise, thank you for reading. It was fun writing to you all. Hope it helped you in more ways than one.

"Life is a journey, not a destination. Enjoy the ride." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Consider a rat who never came out of the hole fearing for his life. He stayed in the dark for years and died one day, unbeknownst.

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Don’t go to the gym because it’s a fitness fad.

Tried everything. A well-paying corporate job, govt. exams. Nothing provided me with security. I didn’t have time to myself. Hustling was my name. Didn’t go to parties, travel or anything. Didn’t talk to friends.

Experiences: What has happened to me? Have I led a normal life with two parents and two siblings? Yes. Breakups I’ve had. Friends I’ve made. School I have attended. Guides I’ve met. Places I’ve been.

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Don’t choose to be an engineer just because it pays well.

You know how all of this enlightenment came to me.

Being different is being a mess, yet being okay with it.

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I always yearned to go for government jobs because I had a few relatives already into it and doing well with money and security. And here is me, with an arts background, uncertain about what to choose.

All of it would have been different, and this life would mean something, at least for him.

Don’t get a partner because you’re jealous of your friends.

Even Captain James T. Kirk was trapped in a woman's body. Don't you think he'd support trans people?

So, what actually makes us all different?

Until the day I choose to listen to myself. I let my subconscious go wherever it wanted me to go. It was not just in dreams I wanted to live, but in real life. Not allowing others to cloud my personality, my ability, my inclination towards philosophy, knack to motivate others, and my indifference towards others’ opinions.

If you’ve read this far, let me tell you one more thing.

In bed, not in music, which is better, a drummer or a bass player?

Yes, I was not at all happy.

I know being a writer is no different. But my journey is different. Its unique to me.

Everything has shaped me. Friends who gave me their pens and journals. Best friends I never made. Crush that made me write poems while he didn’t care. Romances I’ve missed. Opportunity to become an editor or a news correspondent I missed. I think all this has made me the writer I am.

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I have always wanted to write things. Wrote poetry during my grad and reluctantly left it for preparation of a govt. exam because who’s got extra time for it.

Indeed, a number of other factors contribute to your uniqueness, but that’s for you to introspect.

I experimented. A lot. And now I know I don't need more trials of this kind. I’m writing this today at just the right place from the comfort of my home while it rains outside. While a cold breeze rings music to my senses.

Hi everybody! I have been looking at posts on narcs and narc abuse on here and if has really helped me out a lot. I am currently struggling with my situation and need some advice/support. I met a narc last year, everything seemed to good to be true. Love bombing, always texting calling and taking me on dates. Everything changed when someone warned me about him out in public in front of him and who he is. This caused a conflict with us and the love bombing seized. he would tell me that everything is okay and i can come and talk. He would set a time limit on me and kick me out after that. he would then text me like everything was fine and we hung out again and after that he completely ghosted me for one week. He came back and texted me a week later laughing about the ghosting and acting like nothing had happened. he continued to text me ( not like in the beginning) make plans with me, then on the day of the plans he would just ghost me. One day he would act interested the next silence. i contacted him a month later and he acted like nothing happened. He was on a vacation and sent me a picture of another woman ( someone he allegedly met on the trip) to strike a reaction but i never gave him one. After the trip he came to my place and was extremely rude, accusing me of going on dates with a bunch of men. The next day he accused me of being an alcoholic and that he wanted nothing to do with me but said well maybe we can be "friends" then ghosted me i assumed at this point it was over and i would never hear from him again. He contacted me on the holiday a month later acting like everything was great. We ended up hanging out a month or so later and when we hung out it went well, i thought things were going in the right direction. after we hung out.. silence. I would try to text him and if he replied it would be very short then he just stopped replying. He ghosted me for almost three months. I thought he was done this time and of course he popped up again like nothing happened. At this point i was getting sick of if so i questioned him as to why he dissapeared and always does this. Of course he had some sob story about a injury and family member dying of cancer. I felt pity for him and he gave me an apology.. so i took him back stupidly. things seemed to be going smooth for a couple months, of course until his family member died and his injury got better he never contacted me and was distant. Menawhile, i was there for him during the difficult time for him. He lied to me about the funeral and never wanted to chat. I was chasing him and he would always claim nothing was wrong but when i said i thought he used me when he was down he could not handle it and would always tell me he didnt care and to go away. I would get so upset i would try texting him to work it out he would barelt respond and if he did he would not be nice about it. we did hang out a couple times after that, he would ignore me after. One day i was like hey i think you are seeing someone else, and i was like well ixam seeing someone so no problem if you are he said " buy bye good luck with your new guy stop contacting me" i was devastated and tried to get into contact with him for weeks then i just gave up and accepted it was over. He ended up contacting me a month later acting like everything was fine. He wanted to go out and have drinks i told him i would. He and i both seemed to have a great time. He ends up ignoring me again. I kept texting him trying to figure out what was wrong. He kept saying everything was fine and i said ok can we hang out again? He said maybe i was like why? He just kept saying maybe … our last conversation we had… i said what is wrong ? He said nothing is wrong everything is fine. I asked him why he keeps saying maybe. He said " maybe but i dont want to see you right now" i said why? He saix " im just not feeling it, if i wanted to date i would" i said why did you contact me less then a week ago wanting to go out? He said i didnt.. even though he did. So i said should i just move on or what? He said whatever you want to do. So i said that he was really confusing me and asked him if he had anything more to say before i move on? My messages were turning green so i panicked he blocked me and reacted irrationally. I said " omg did you block me? My messages are not going through. Even texted him on my work phone asking what was up. And called him twice ( please dont judge me i know it is pathetic i never was this type of girl before him) so he replied and said " Ok I'll block you now" then immedietly blocked me. He has never blocked me before since I have met him he will just ghost. Is this ths final discard aka " grand finale? Did i just push him too far? this has upset me so much its hard to even function.

He would have experienced the miracle called light. Maybe he got better food to eat. Then he got wounded. Then in search of balm, he travaled to the wilderness and found a party of rats, eaten to its heart’s content and danced the night out.

Can you make it?

Even if that means disappointing your parents and teachers for some time, but believe you’ll eventually make them feel proud.

Can a cop pull you over walking home asking why you are out so late?

What makes you YOU.

You can be fearful and still use it to tame your weaknesses and build your emotional strength.

Being different is being okay with failure, so you know what the dessert of a win tastes like.

Am I the bitch for never wanting to talk to my sister again because of something she said while talking back to me?

Take my word. You won’t regret it.

Experiments: My life has been a group of experiments that failed to take off until I resorted to writing.

Neither I’m Tesla, who got poor grades in school, nor I’ve grown to invent electric current that powers many electronic devices today. Nor I’m an entrepreneur who is the idea behind the Tesla cars.

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Without experiments, is life worth it.

P.S. What’s your idea of being different? Do you have a different point of view?

To take out these experiments, accept the asymmetry of your emotions, your eccentricities, aspirations and thoughts for what they actually are. Instead of filtering it through the social system, recognize the difference and apply it in your life.

Do all you people that took the "jab" feel lied to yet?

So, keep on experimenting.

“The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.” - Lao Tzu

A govt. job could do it for me. Plus Money, plus security, plus prestige.

Honestly, there’s nothing that makes ‘me’ different.

Become different not according to the world, but according to what you like and what you don’t.

I am an ordinary human being with the same body structure as you who are reading, you and I have the same material of what our bodies and brains are made up of.

"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde

Anxious to get a job, I chose to do what was socially recommended for me. So, I tried. Being a govt. servant. Failed. A Research Scholar. Didn’t make it. A Professor. Guess what?

Agree?

Long story short, here I am. Being a writer. Doing things I’d always love to do. Sharing my experiences of what I learnt.

Not because people show it off and you have to follow the lead.

Not ignoring emotions because they can be destructive. Not underestimating your aspirations because society calls them second-rate.

Being different is being a weirdo. And being okay about it.

Don’t drink because everybody does today.

Do anything and everything because you like it. You love it. Do the things that make you go crazy. Things you’d barter your breath for. Things that make your life a rainbow.

C’mon, it’s an opportunity to break the rules, stand out and become ONE of a kind.

What if he’d come outside?