There are people in this world who know what they want out of life, go for it, and stick with it. They’re those picturesque “American Dream” kind of people whose lives are wrapped up in a beautiful bow, and things tend to go fairly smoothly for them. Now, I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with that because we need those people; I’m just not one of them. I’m more of an unconventional person.
Being unconventional means some people have a difficult time understanding my choices because they go against the socially normative grain. Sometimes it’s hard for the people around me to accept I’m doing something simply because I want to, or because I need a change, and I get criticized.
Being unconventional means nothing in my life has come to me wrapped up in a pretty bow. Instead, it usually comes in a dinged up box with mismatched wrapping paper and a crumpled ribbon. I prefer it this way, actually, because then the contents of life’s box are more sparkly and attractive compared to its wrapping. I can honestly say there are very few things in my 26 years of life that have ever happened in a “normal” or expected way. Relationships, jobs, you name it- my life choices are made non-traditionally. It’s not that I’m actively rebelling against structure or authority; it’s more like my brain just doesn’t think in a straight line.
Being unconventional means I probably don’t look that appealing on paper, which can make job hunting kind of complicated, but my narrative is always more interesting. It means people have to take more time to get through the weird outer wrapping to find the shiny things inside.
Having an abstract path has drawn more interesting people in my life, ones that like the bizarre nature of my ways. I like being different, and it’s worked out for me so far, mostly because I am surrounded by the straight and narrow people whose ducks are all in a row. It makes it easier to accept the fact that my ducks are always running around in circles, quacking loudly and at inappropriate times.