Being an oustider is not a fun experience. Sitting with a group of people and only knowing one of them is one of the best examples a teenager can know of this. You sit and everyone else talks and laughs and makes inside jokes, and you're just there in the back, not knowing what's going on and being parinoid that they're laughing at you. You feel hurt, that no one is talking to you, and scared that it's because they don't like you. You want to leave, but can't because you don't want to look like an idiot, but you can't stay because you know you already do.
There are many other places, though, you can be an outsider. I am very often reminded of just how different I am from my classmates. Between a younger brother with severe medical needs, and a father with stage four colon cancer, I was forced to mature very young, and even more so in the last year. There are times when I look at the people around me and feel very much alone. I don't find pleasure in a lot of the things that people my age do, like partying, pop music and Will Ferrel movies. That's just not my cup of tea, and that very much makes me an outsider.
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