The whole situation brings to mind the conversations that Erin and I use to have about people. "It's because they aren't One of Us," she used to say without a hint of malice. When she explained it with such unpretentious words, it was simply a fact, something that just was, existed. There was no judgment, of "good" or "bad" connotation. It wasn’t “good” to be One of Us nor “bad” to not be. She was stating the obvious; they weren't One of Us. And honestly, those who were considered to be One of Us, all weren’t individuals that I would even label as “good” or even had “good” intentions, but I agreed with her, that they were One of Us.
So where are they now? Where are all the individuals who are One of Us? Why have I not found them? Are those the only individuals who would actually understand me or have an interest in understanding me? I find it difficult to find others who are willing to spend the time on self-discovery that I do, and there have been numerous times when it seemed that I had found someone only to later be disappointed. My husband has suggested that we just are living in the wrong place, but I am concerned that perhaps that isn’t truly the case, that perhaps there are other reasons that we are just unaware of.