Different. Just like me.
When I was a kid, I liked to sort my candy by color. I’m not OCD or anything, but I’m using “like” in a strong way here, as in: “I like to eat every day.”
I know this is pretty weird, but I’m over 40 now and I don’t show any sings of changing. I’m OK with weird now. When I was growing up I didn’t know anyone else who did this: no family members, no friends, no one. I was just different.
Then along come my two boys and without me ever introducing them to the many and varied joys of well sorted candy (I try to keep my weird as hidden as I can), they just spontaneously started doing it too.
Now I don’t feel so weird anymore. There are always these two other awesome people who are different exactly like I am.
