Recently I've been doing less thinking. (I know, hard to believe right?) Anyway, I've decided that I love life in the minority. Obviously I'm not actually a part of a minority group, I am indeed Caucasian, but I mean in terms of other types of minorities.
I'm a distinguished honors minority.
I'm in the minority of kids who don't drink, smoke, or pop pills.
I'm a blogger, again a minority.
In more ways than one I squeeze myself into these minority groups and quite frankly the minority is where I belong.
The minority is for people who don't depend on others. For those who aren't needy. For those who claim to be self sufficient.
I recognize that I'm strange and different. I realize that my decisions aren't the "popular" ones. The thing is, I like being me. And if I like being me why would I try and be anything else?
Why would I attempt to fit into the majority when the minority is where I belong? I almost feel the majority is weak. It's easy to latch on to a large group and call yourself a part of it. It's much harder to be independent and bring your own ideas to the table.
It's about knowing where you fit in. If you belong with the majority, then by all means go with them, but if not, accept your role in the minority. I promise the minority is pretty sweet.
NP: Love The Way You lie- Eminem ft. Rihanna
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