The “Aly” in Us

I recently put up a chapter of my latest completed novel “Bounds” where the protagonist Aly is a misfit from a world of perfectionists. Her mother is never satisfied with her choices, though you would notice there were nothing bordering the immoral. Her father seems to be on the same plane of thought with her mother, but is less intense and vocal about it. Her awesome big brother Jordan is her only support.

 

Let’s take a pause and reflect on our lives. We all know that one person who isn’t a bad person, but he or she is just not It.

Not smart enough to be in that class, not pretty enough to be on that show, not trendy enough to be a part of that clique, not buff enough to have gym buddies. But they are there, and they are not having fun. They are clearly standing out like that annoying strand of hair that never wants to stay down.

They already know they don’t fit in there, and don’t need to be reminded by your snide remarks and stares. Really… they get it.

But who are we to say they don’t fit in there? I mean really… all our notions are only as a result of the trying to squeeze into the mold society has already formed for us… and guess what happens when we don’t fit.

Many of us can admit to that one thing that makes us odd… that one thing our friends can do or are good at that we can’t do. For some of us it is as weird as not being able to scarf down junk as much as our bestie because we would end up with all the zits and pounds, while she stays hot and flawless. For some it’s not being able to play video games during that exam with your friend because he has a photographic memory and you don’t. Don’t you get mad when he passes you that game pad? I mean, he knows!

For some of us we have grown past those irregularities and swept them well under the rug. Maybe it’s the reason why we are so insensitive to the struggles of others.

If you can’t admit that you are imperfect in one way or the other, try not to be a pain in the neck to those who you’re perfect in comparison to.

It’s okay to be Aly. Take a peek into her story HERE.

 

 

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3 Comments

  1. Word!

    you know i wanted to comment about having similarities with aly but i thought, who cares to know. This chapter is inspirational and it makes want to share my view while giving a little insight into my *personals. My father been a disciplinarian, i was trained to be perfect and wear a good behavior always so it kinda became an hobby. I wasn’t given a chance mostly to ask questions so i satisfied my curiosity by reading a lot and that makes me know pretty much bits of little things that most people wouldn’t delve into. These little bits change how i see things and kinda molded me to becoming can be termed different. The difference though my own uniqueness is not something i enjoy most time cause the difference means i can’t fit into some things even though those things are cool and not bad and i envy those that can fit into those situation and i wonder how they fit in so easily, on a lighter mode i’d say to myself “i want to be like them when i grow up”

    Being odd is inevitable, we all can’t be the same cause different things that happens in the cause of life differ individuals hence the difference.

    I assume its human to be intolerant to individual difference, it takes subconscious effort to be otherise and in a quest to fit in we might lose ourselves to being more like others, striving to make their standard cause ours isn’t good enough to us…..wholup!wholup!!wholup!!! this is becoming a sermon already i’m afraid

    It okay to be different, especially if it’s in a good cause and genuine. Though easier said than done..strive always to embrace your own difference, why not…that is what makes you different from me.

    It’s okay to be Aly!

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