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Not of This World
There are many moments — past and present — when I realize I don’t entirely fit. I have opinions that are vastly different from some of the Humans I associate with. I am a pescatarian, having given up supporting a ranching model that is harmful in countless ways to the environment. I am in a relationship that others don’t understand — at all. I have no need to work, or do — I am content with simply being. I am happy, alone, building a post-retirement life for myself brick by brick.
Most of the time, I’m perfectly ok with being the odd man out. The fact that I have dyed my hair purple the last six years is proof enough of that. But it goes deeper than just my appearance. I find, too often, my ideas and my opinions are not popular. The perspective I have on life, shaped by my experiences, is unique.
My stance on letting my wallet do the talking has been in place for decades. I don’t buy meat. I don’t buy cosmetics. I don’t buy All. The. Things that are supposed to make me younger, thinner, prettier, or more malleable. I don’t care enough about what others think of me to give into media or peer pressure.
I am not a princess to be rescued by true love’s first kiss. I am a grown-ass woman who is financially stable and able to take care of herself. My need-a-man moments aren’t even…
