I admit to feeling like the odd man out, at times. It seems like I have nothing in common with my family. I love my family and I mean no disrespect. However, we clash on a regular basis.
I enjoy spending my days writing and letting my mind wonder. I spend a lot of time reading. My sleeping schedule is at odds with the rest of my family. I have a tendency to ignore rules or view them as suggestions. I like to shake things up and do stuff that seems silly or even stupid. Also, I tend to drive my own family members crazy.
I have wondered if I was switched at birth. Maybe my parents took home the wrong baby, but I look so much like my family that’s probably not the answer. Maybe I am pulling from some long forgotten recessive gene. Whatever the answer, I am the weird one in the family.