I was planning out a post in my head. One that was serious. And meaningful. About me. Really, truly me. And how I feel about some stuff.
It wasn’t going to be my usual fluff post. Where I try to be funny but still make a point.
NO…I was going to talk about a conversation that I had with my friend yesterday. And talk about some posts that I’ve read recently that had me thinking. About fitting in. And my struggles…my whole life…with fitting in.
I wanted to talk about how, all through my school years, I always felt like the outsider looking in. I wanted to tell you how I always was surrounded by a group of friends but never in a “clique”. And I never felt like I truly belonged…anywhere. I always felt like, in group conversations…everyone would talk over me…and never listen if I spoke.
I really wanted to relay my feelings to you of never quite feeling like I fit in. Ever. Even now. Even in the blog world. Even though I love my real life friends…and my blog friends. I still always feel like I’m on the outside looking in.
I was going to really get into detail about this whole post. And I still may…later.
After I dropped my kids off at camp…I met a couple of my friends at Dunkin Donuts for an iced coffee.
I got up to the counter to place my order. And my nostrils were overtaking by an odor…
Not of the scrumptious donuts…
Or of the various coffee flavors…
Or of the breakfasts being made behind the counter…
It was something that NO ONE should have to endure at a place that sells tasty and delicious treats…
It was the most. GOD AWFUL. Body odor.
From one of the workers.
And it permeated the entire store.
For the love of all that is unicorns, butterflies and rainbows…
You are in America.
We bathe here.
We use various products to mask our funky smells.
So…when in Rome, woman. When. In. Rome.
And that is why I was unable to make my serious, heartfelt post today.
There is always tomorrow…
As long as I stay away from Dunkin Donuts…
You just made me want to throw up because I could almost smell it through your writing. How gross!!! Anyways, write that post, you’ll feel better. You fit in with me, I just feel like when I ask you questions to get to know you better I am overstepping my boundaries, so from now on it’s no holds bar!
Tara R. says
That is one of those times that if it were a co-worker I would seriously tell them they stink. That is incredibly nasty.
I think of you as one of my friends, and I think we would be IRL too… 😉
We were at Hometown Buffet last night and I had this same experience. YUCK.
I think you rock and LOVE you!! And, yes…I love me some deodorant. haha.
I know that guy. He would come in late to my stats class in grad school. The minute he walked in the room you could hear the audible groan. Within minutes the room was filled with the smell of death warming over.
It was very, very bad.
And, it was stats class.
Which made it even worse.
Eager to hear you delve into your thoughts from the beginning of this post . . . I’m thinkin’ you’re not alone.
so grateful to be Mormon says
hi melissa ~
you fit in with me. i feel comfy with you and bet we would feel comfy if we knew each other in the same state.
and eeewwww about the body odor ick. i hate that! soooo not cool to have to endure that at a food establishment.
night night, beany 🙂
Anglophile Football Fanatic says
Actually, the Romans bathe…it’s the French & Germans you have to be leery of….and when we were at Disney in April? They were everywhere. Disney stunk – literally.
I know the exact smell you speak of. I believe it is a pre-requisite for working at DnD.
“I wanted to talk about how, all through my school years, I always felt like the outsider looking in. I wanted to tell you how I always was surrounded by a group of friends but never in a “clique”. And I never felt like I truly belonged…anywhere. I always felt like, in group conversations…everyone would talk over me…and never listen if I spoke.”
I suddenly have the weird feeling that I’m schizophrenic and have been writing your blog all along. That was my EXACT school experience. I’m still busy not fitting in, as a 40-something mother of toddlers. But I’m more Ok with that now.
Oh, by the way, ew.