The phone rang: one old pale orange phone with a curled orange cord that hung on the light blue wall.
A heavyset woman with a short-shaved haircut picked up. She looked like my mother’s long ago roommate, the heavy-boned woman who taught me how to shower; the one I’d once tried to forget. The one that reminded me of plums—how they can be split open with bare hands and the insides all sucked out.
“Stew, it’s for you!” The stranger hollered across the lobby. Her eyes scanned the room like a mother surveying the clutter on a table. She hadn’t wanted to truly look, but she did nonetheless. “Anybody seen Stew?” She scanned again while yawning, and then spoke. “Can’t find him. Try again later.”
The rest of this story can be found in the book Everyday Aspergers
I broke up with normal sometime back. And today I marry the misfit. I am a misfit. I am a person who is not suited or is unable to adjust to the circumstances of his or her particular situation, that situation being a world in which there is manipulation, intentional harm, lies, judgment, ridicule and actions that cause hurt, rejection, and despair.
I like the misfit I am. I like that I stand for justice. I appreciate that I stand for transformation. I have pain in my interior and exterior, a fragile structure so it seems. But I am strong. I am intense. With an intensity and power to affect the world.
Rose-Petal Bride
Today I am bride to all misfits
I marry them all
I embrace their radiating beauty
I say I do
I vow eternity at their side
I wed those who strive for betterment and love
Who question the existing state of affairs
The bravest souls of all
The ones shaking in their boots with fear
Shaking so hard that they long to retreat and hide
But they don’t
They force themselves to stand upfront, straight and center and show their true colors
Oh, how I admire these misfits
My better half
And my equals
With their humbled hearts and humbled souls, and all the wounds they carry
How I admire their drive, their visions, and their limitless ability to pick themselves back up and carry on
The greatest of men are those that have the hugest of hearts, feel the knife of rejection and judgment, know they are different, but embrace this difference, this grand uniqueness to make a transformation in the world
I hold the misfits in the grandest of light today
Embrace their collective existence
Embrace their endeavors, humanity, and spirit
And offer my hand in comfort
May the misfits rise and know we do not need to adjust to the unjust
Rise now all misfits
I give you my promise of loyalty and admiration
I make you my own
You are the miracle of today
The bride and groom of tomorrow
How I marvel your veil of brilliance, creativity, and ability to continue onward in a place so often filled with trickery
How I love your tuxedo of light and gown of wisdom’s pearls
You are the answer: you and your dreams and desires
A song I wrote this morning to play on my guitar today. Inspired by my friends I have met through blogging. I love you all so much and am ever so thankful for your beauty. ~ Sam
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