Is Being Different Makes You Better?

I had a quite rough start in life. Not *that* rough, but still pretty rough. I was used of people misunderstood me and left alone. Believe it or not, when I was in elementary school, there was two cliques in my classroom: theirs and mine.

My clique, well, only consists of me.

Pretty lame, huh.

Well, I wasn't *that* alone. Sometimes they let me play with them, too. But there were these "popular" kids, you know, the ones who seem to lead the group and everyone listens to them and agree with them and those who do not weren't dare enough to shout their disagreement.

Except for me, of course. That was very stupid of me, to yell my disagreement out loud. But what can I say. I was so little and young and innocent and had always been taught to say exactly what I mean.

Wait. I'm still that stupid kid yelling her disagreement. Only, if I may say, I do it much, much cooler this time. I do it while in the freezer.

*CROWD BOOS*

Well, anyway. Sometimes the kids let me play with them but, well, most of the time the popular kids wouldn't let me and what the popular kids do that's what the other kids will follow.

Not me, of course. I didn't have a Twitter back then.

*ba dum tss*

LAME JOKES.

SO. Moving on to junior high. I begin to accept the fact that I am different than anyone else and I try to cherish myself as what I am but theeenn. I begin to see those who are different than me, the ones who'd rather be in a group and follows whatever the leader says and does, as... weak. Pathetic. Lame. Lower than me. I'd rather be alone and only accompanied by a selected few of people than hanging out with a large number of a group. That thing still exhaust me sometimes. But long story short, I begin to be one of those popular kids who "bullied" me back in elementary school, only the difference is, I am alone. I judge people, I make assumptions about them, I treat most people as if they were less than me.

And in high school I realise that I am no better than anyone.

I mean, yeah, I speak Enlighs more fluenter then my freinds, and I can make stories in half time they needed to make the title and I can ramble 900 words three times faster than they say their own full name, but that doesn't make me any better. There's still someone who is braver than me, neater than me, friendlier than me, faster than me, funnier than me, and fuck things up better than me - and I guarantee you that's pretty rare, man. And these people are what I used to think as "commoner" back in junior high. They're the girls who go anywhere in groups and talk about boys, the boys who swore in each fucking sentence where they fucking talk shit. The kids who blend in well. The kids who stand out proudly. The girl that got 100 in traditional language. The boy who got 95 in athletics. The kids who follow the trends, the kids that seem to can't live happily without their iPhones, the kids that get into a new relationship every semester.

I was an outcast, and in order to make me feel better I made myself believe that I was outcasted for being better than them. I didn't realise that it only made me as bad as they were. To think that being different makes you special is not true. To believe that everyone is special, regardless if they fit into the society's standards or not, that is the true truth.

So the answer is, No.

Being different doesn't make you better.

It does, however, makes you stand out. Noticeable. Easier to spot. And whether you want to be good different or bad different, that is up to your choice. Life is about choosing, whether you want that chocolate biscuit Oreo ice cream sandwich or the extra mozzarella topped pizza.

I am different, but I am not alone. There are other people like me, who was once an outcast and found their way back to themselves. We may not share common interests but we were on the same journey.

I am different, but I am not better than anyone. I have my flaws and strengths.

I am no better than anyone, nor I am less than anyone.

I'm just me. And I'm off to snack hunting with my beloved mother (she doesn't know this now, but she'll pay).