Ponderings of a Self-Proclaimed Wallflower...
I’m forty and have been wondering all my life where I fit into this world. Never really a social butterfly, yet not quite an outcast…something of a loner who often still longs for the company of a friend…never popular but not really unpopular either…always looking for my niche but never belonging fully to any group… I am a wallflower. I am a Hazel. I am an observer in the world. (If you got both of those references, I love you. If not, read “Perks of Being a Wallflower” by Stephen Chbosky and “The Fault in Our Stars” by John Green. Seriously. Do it. I don't care that you are an adult and they are technically written for young adults.) But I don’t want to be an observer… I want to be an extrovert, always the life of the party. I want to be the artistic soul who creates beautiful art and music and poetry. I want to be the intellectual everyone listens to for their sage wisdom. I want to make a mark in the world. I want to be remembered.