It can be isolating to see yourself as not fitting in. Several times this week I've been made aware of what feels like the predominant culture of capitalism, where alcohol seems central and shopping essential. For me it's a joy and relief to spot others who appear content in their own skin doing their own thing. I could all too quickly believe I'm weird for not getting a thrill out of what is clearly so popular. That I don't belong. Then I remind myself that there are plenty of other people enjoying themselves in their own way out of my sight. Being out of my comfort zone just means my comfort zone is elsewhere. My happy places (Dufton, greenbelt, reading a book in the bath) would feel tortuous for other people.
Ultimately we're all different but have More in common than that which divides us.
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