I grew up just after the hippie was cool. I wore bell bottom, hip-hugger jeans, head bands and midriff-bearing tops. Love beads. My dad was furious with me because every time he took a photo, I was making the “peace sign” with my fingers in the air. My mom was furious because every time she got rid of my too-short shorts, I managed to save them from the garbage men only to get caught wearing them again. I wore flowers in my hair and I thought living in a commune would be a cool idea.
I’ve been scouring WordPress looking for writing inspiration. Jessica Bakkers had just the inspiration I needed. She did a post about Outcast Bloggers; those of us that do not have thousands of followers. I certainly fit into that category. You can find Jessica’s post and blog here:
When I was a kid, I was very much an Outcast. I can remember being teased for my hand-me-down clothes. I never wore anything that was “cool”. I never bought my lunch. I carried my lunch to school in a brown paper sack.
I hung out with the other Outcasts. We were the ones that smoked out behind the school. We would gather; our heads together, speaking in hushed voices.
We clung to each other, each of us seeking acceptance. We found that acceptance in the eyes of the other Weirdos, Nerds and Losers.
It was hard to fit in back then.
The kids today, have it even harder than I did. In today’s world, with the designer labels, social media and the electronics, it’s harder than ever to keep up. I wouldn’t have stood a chance!
So to all you Outcasts out there, you are always welcome at PennyLaneThoughts!