I am an Old Soul

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I am an Old Soul. No, no literally. What I mean by that is, I feel like I belong in a different time era. The 1940's. Oh, what glorious days! Although I am a very social person, I am almost always the black sheep of the flock. Different. I prefer reading over electronics. I prefer retro dresses and pin up hair dos. I prefer talking over texting. But no body understands that. Sometimes (like today) I feel as if I am drifting in time. But at the same time, I feel stuck. Like there is nothing I can do to make the world a little better. I cannot even my MY world better. And who's fault is that? Every other person I come in contact with. Whether you know it or not, it is the same for you. Everyone you meet will judge you. Some more than others. But for me, I simply cannot be myself. I like to dress differently then everyone else. But most people cannot get it into their fat heads that how I wear my hair, does not effect you, or anyone else. Let me do my thing and I will do yours. As long as it is pleasing to God, I should be able to wear whatever the heck I wanna wear. I should be able to act however the heck I wanna act. I should be able to do anything I want, and not be socially shunned for it. This applies to everyone. Don't let people get you down. Thanks for listening. Much love-CNC

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