I was born in a small town and from the age of ten I knew I was different, I knew I was different than everyone else. I had to prove it to myself. I had to prove it to my mom and dad. I had to prove it to my peers. I had to prove it to myself. I had to prove it to the world.
I can’t begin to describe to you how many times I’ve been told by friends or family that I’m different. I’ve been told I’m a nerd, a loner, a weirdo, an outcast, and even a weirdo. I can only imagine how many people have felt like this at one time or another in their lives, and that feeling is what it’s like to be a minority.
The majority of people don’t even think about their own minority status. They think about it only when they’re alone, or when they’re in trouble. And this is when they think about themselves. It’s when they think about being different that they become a minority.
But its not just those who think about themselves, it’s also the minority who think about those they are not. And this is where its like a circle. Because all of these minority thoughts are part of the same thought process. They are all just extensions of the same mentality. They all come from the same source.