I find it harder and harder to fit in....I don't know if it is my being different or my being "different". I am different because I am almost 30, single, living with my sickly aunt instead of on my own, and would prefer the seclusion of the "cave" to nights out partying. But I am "different" because I am not like them, different or normal. I am not human. Well, at least not all the time.
Tried something new today. At the suggestion of a co-worker, went on a dating website. It was free, ok. I didn't spend any money on this. Call it my Were Research. Of course, I picked out a few that are Were's. We don't advertise it, of course, even in the "advanced search" box. But I can tell. The problem with the dating site-Weres and humans alike-these guys are tools. Granted, I am very limited by the area in which I live, but, c'mon....Throwing random "thug" signs with your little white butt and Dale Jr. hat isn't doing it for me. And have these guys never heard of spell check? C'mon...This makes me want to talk to you: "I like to party, hang out, whatver threr is going on I"m there, but always make time for you" ugh. Or, my fav "I love writing, poetry, Emily Dickerson"...Well 2 out of 3 ain't bad, right? right?
It does at least give me momentary escape from larger issues. I feel a new clan moving in, creeping up on our territory. It's just been us since as long as I can remember, and the whole family seems a bit edgy. Of course, I can't tell them, especiallly Dad, but I'm kind of excited. It would be nice to have more of our kind closer, out here. Sure there are several in the City, and it's not THAT far, but to have our own kind, HERE...in the Country....I'm always up for a little excitement though. That's what separates me from the rest of my clan. And makes me so alone. Time for sleep. Tomorrow: Meeting, drinks with Eliza after work, and hopefully more details on the new clan.
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