I feel like I live in the gray area. Anyone else feel like that?
Man can I relate to this:
I see the gray area as being on the margins. Not really part of the crowd, but on the outskirts of it, where I can see and hear what’s going on but not get swept up in it.
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I’ve always been drawn to other people on the margins, for whatever reason. The outcasts. The not-quite-right people. The socially awkward, the nerds, the one person of a different race. The ones who choose to sit on the outskirts of the crowd rather than in the thick of it. These are my people. They know me, even when we’ve only just met, because we recognize each other as inhabitants of the gray area.
Source: Undercover Nun
Perhaps this is one reason why I blog.
Tags: Christian Life
February 17th, 2011 at 7:55 pm
A lot of people online are like this. This is why the web is such a blessing to the isolated (if they can avoid the trolls and other such scum who make life online a burden).
February 17th, 2011 at 8:06 pm
That sounds like a description of Jesus.
February 18th, 2011 at 7:58 am
I can totally identify with this webmaster. Actually we are many. But I would not use the term ‘grey’ The mainstream ‘normal’ people are the grey ones. We are all colours of the rainbow, and probably have a much more interesting mental landscape because of our difference. That’s not to say it isn’t sometimes (or often) a landscape full of mental pain, but it is a very vivid and colourful one nonetheless.
Would I swap this to be one of the grey mainstream crowd? That’s a tough one. It feels like my life would be a whole lot easier if I did, but then I think I’d miss some of the extraordinary insights this alternate perspective brings.
I have a mainstream 9-5 job and to see me at work you’d not be able to tell me apart from my colleagues, but that’s largely because I am forced to conform. Outside work, I’m most often happiest when I’m on my own. (Tricky for long term relationships!) The great thing about blogging is that it’s like a connection between minds, without all the baggage of a physical body, and the straitjacket of physical social conventions. I find it extraordinarily liberating.
February 18th, 2011 at 9:51 am
I was once called a ‘maverick’ as (so the caller thought) a term of abuse! They were stunned when I said “I can live with that! When the herd is going over the cliff – I am running free!” Welcome to the margins . . . This is where it all happens!!