But, but, but, my mommy told me I was special.
Actually, that is not true. She was nasty, abusive, explosive, short fused, self involved, and left my siblings and I with PTSD.
But still. "So [expletive] special, I wish I were special, but I'm a freak! I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here..."
There is that swear word again.
good point. I don't mean that people aren't special and singular, they are! and I love that each of us has our 'stuff'... friendships and relationships and getting along is not doting on the contents of the backpack we are wearing, we're all wearing them. It is listening and we help each other unload and examine what is in the pack and how it can help us.