I had a most empowering moment of powerlessness today,
As I sat hoping to find calm in a cold Autumn breeze.
For as long as I can remember,
I’ve felt like someone or something “other” than most anyone you could meet,
As if I was some sort of twisted concoction that ended up becoming human.
My otherness hasn’t faded away,
but I don’t see it as anything of significance.
No longer is it a burden nor is it something to be proud of,
It is just part of my existence.
With this, I’ve also found that all wonderment of why I may not be able to connect with people has been spent.
I’m not saying there isn’t a single person I connect with,
And this isn’t a melodramatic cry of woe is me.
But I continue to show kindness to people that I all too often look at in the midst of maybe our fourth or fifth conversation,
And I can see clearly that they’re ready to exit as long as they can do it “politely”.
If they want to be polite,
Don’t waste my damn time.
If I’m just not your “type”,
Please just say from the beginning,
I don’t even care if it’s a pre-judgment that ends up being your tool to judge me;
The quicker you decide there is no need to know my name,
The longer I have of my day to use in a more practical way as opposed to feeding your ego.
It may be called a “first impression” but if you’re waiting for me to impress you,
You might want to sit down and get comfortable.
It’s not that I’m boring,
But I’m sure as hell not a circus monkey.
I’m better at saying goodbye than I am at saying hello,
I’m not withdrawing or refusing to try;
I’ve just never had time to waste and I have places to go.