I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

Could it be that I feel more comfortable with those of the Honors program because I feel superior to them? Or might it be that I feel more at ease with other misfits. Whatever the case, I know that I don’t fit in, and that I wouldn’t want to. That’s good, it keeps me where I am.

I find people that I’m at ease with, and then convince myself that it’s because I don’t fit in. I’ve always reveled in being an iconoclast. I still do, but at least I’ve now come to realize that when you feel comfortable around someone, it’s probably because they’re like you.