The Black Sheep
As I have grown, I have realized that I am the black sheep of my family. Or in other words, I do not fit in like the rest. Obviously every person should stand out, and not be exactly like every one of their family members, but I especially do not fit. Sure, I have a very similar personality structure like my dad, and a laugh like my mom's, but I have found that many of my dominant traits, that really showcase who I am, do not fit well with my family. For instance, I am a very emotional individual. I express myself and think primarily about my emotions. I have a strong heart. My parents, however, may be a couple of the most unemotional people I have ever met. Not that they do not experience emotion, but that they suck at expressing them. My brother as well. He has a very hard time conveying how he feels. There is nothing wrong with that at all, it just makes no sense to me. When I react primarily based on my emotions, my family often accuses me of being too sensitive. I used to see being sensitive as a negative thing, as that is how it is implied by my family. However, now, I see it as a huge compliment. Thank goodness I react based on my emotions. It means I have a strong sense in how I feel, and stand my ground on that. However, this sets me apart from my family greatly, and as the years go on, I have a harder and harder time being able to communicate with my family. It is almost as if I am always speaking a different language than they are. As the world impacts me, like I impact it, I am shaped and molded, often far differently than how either of my parents or brother are. I am a different kind of person. I have even found other people who fit along with me much better. People who understand the way I am and how my brain works. There is nothing wrong with how I am with my family, or how they are with me, we are just simply, different. They are all white sheep, and I am the stand alone, black one.
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