The secret to fitting in is quite simple really, and it’s something that shouldn’t even be a secret whatsoever. I didn’t have to climb any mountains, follow any treasure maps, or sneak into any government facility to find it, I simply learned it through experience.
Every day I log into my Facebook account and look at the thoughts of my peers and see that none of them ever seem particularly happy, questioning things as silly as who would come to their funeral. It’s almost like reading somebody’s diary — a dreary, public diary. Oftentimes you can see through people this way when they let their social guards down. Some girls might put down the pom-poms they wear like chains around school to fulfill the perfect image they put out in fear of being scorned as an outcast by other students and post about how wrapped up they are in their new “geeky” novel, feeling as if behind a screen they’re free to be whoever they want, as they should feel free to do in the real life hallways of their school as well.
I myself used to suffer this dilemma, I walked the halls 6-feet tall adorned with all of the honors that go to any middle school footballer player in my nseveth-grade year. High fives in the hallways, yells of “THE BEAST, YEAHHHH!” in the hallways, if I wasn’t the massive lineman I was, they would’ve hoisted me onto their shoulders.
There was one problem with this entire picture though, I didn’t like football. Practice seemed like a chore, I cared less about the games, and couldn’t be bothered to watch any NFL. I felt like my pads were a big trenchcoat I would wear around to conceal my real passions — video games and psychology.