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My favorite people in the world are misfits.
They yawn loudly in a hushed yoga class.
They say things like “I’m not doing that! It’ll hurt my soul.”
They’re brutally honest, sometimes in the most hilarious way. “Great story, thanks for sharing.”
They are masters of the chat and cut.
A few years ago, a friend said that I’m a lone wolf.
The other night Kimberley Motley, the only attorney working in Afghanistan from the western world, said the same thing about herself.
Some of my misfit friends are loners, too. We walk different paths yet remain connected to the same freaky thread.
I was a misfit growing up. I wish I could go back and tell my younger self that it’s okay.
Even better than okay. The world needs more misfits.