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私のばしょはどこ？

Where is my space? Where do I belong?

Who am I turning into?

Is this transformation something I'm comfortable with?

Who am I doing this for, really? Is this going to benefit me? Is this going to benefit other people? (gosh, I hope so...)

No matter how much THEY claim that THEY'RE not exclusive, it's an inescapable fact that THEY are, indeed, exclusive.

And I understand that. As humans, we're geared to detest changes. We're wired to be skeptical of what's foreign to us.

I think that's exactly what I am to them - foreign.

Who am I to them? I hardly talk, I fail to hug every single person in the room, and I don't feel quite the same urge as they do to jump up and down every time someone says the word "energizer."

I am just there. I listen. I take notes. I try.

I try to belong.

They say they appreciate the fact that I try. They label me - courageous, beautiful, eager, bursting with potential. Maybe it was all just lip service.