Madam President, Queen of Snark (kellinator) wrote,
Madam President, Queen of Snark

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I don't belong here.

Last night I showed up to watch the Vandy game at some restaurant in Buckhead where I'd found out a bunch of Vandy alums were congregating. I showed up alone (kingjohn2nd couldn't make it and alanator was running late) and basically guessed that if my innate charm weren't enough to get me a seat, a shared alma mater would be.

So there I was, surrounded by a hundred people I never would have crossed paths with even if we had been in school at the same time. Women wearing rings that probably cost more than I make in a year. Guys in ATO t-shirts. The really rich, the really thin, the really gorgeous, everywhere. And then me, Little Miss None-of-the-Above. Without my protective cocoon of English honors classes or McTyeire or the guys of Tolman 3.

And I couldn't help but think I don't belong here.

And it reminds me of all the jokes my parents have made over the years about me getting switched at the hospital as a baby. Yeah, they're funny, and we all laugh, but there's always a little bit of an edge that I don't even know if they're conscious of: You're not like us.

I don't think I've ever really belonged anywhere.
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