Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.
I think we’re all a little bit like Sam Beckett hoping our next leap is the one who takes us home.
Oh, you weren’t referring to something metaphorical, such as Plato’s cave, or that morbid feeling of an existential crisis.
Perhaps you were referring to that feeling an introvert gets while he’s in a crowded place, say a nightclub? There are plenty of moments where I felt out of place, though. It’s like watching a cinematic effect of things passing by, or happening. And you’re left to wonder, is this real?
PS: I don’t fact check the links I paste in this post, or at least I don’t scrutinize them for errors. I use them for comedic effect (they’re mostly google results).
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Kindest regards,
Alex
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Yet another fine blog…. 😅 