Being the Outsider

At some point in our lives, I think we’ve all felt like an outsider. It doesn’t matter if you’re cool – or not, rich, poor, or anything in between. There will always be some dividing line that separates us from the rest of the group.

Of course there’s the biggies like race, sexual orientation, and religion/politics. But the minor things can feel the same. Maybe it was that time that you were the piano player in the midst of the drummers. How about being the star football player at the ballet...