Weirdo

This is where to get the drafts from

Maybe you’re still trying.

Still trying to make the team

To score the goals

To fill the shoes

To get the promotion

To join the club

To fit the role

To do what you were told.
Oh and they told you so many ways. Some told you explicitly. You were called names like weirdo or worse. They taunted your joy, sneered at your tears. You and your emotions don’t belong here.

Those people? They weren’t comfortable with you discomfort. They made rules like: Emotions have no place at work. They did this not because emotions are inappropriate. They made these rules because emotions are uncomfortable. And those people uncomfortable with your emotions? That speaks more to their inability rather than yours.

Others told you implicitly. They told you with a dismissive shake of a head, with avoidant eyes fixed on their feet. They told you with the invitations you didn’t get. They screamed at you with their silence. “YOU DON’T FIT IN!”

Fit into what?

A car

A job

A role

A life

That someone else sees as valid

Who the hell do…