I was the black sheep of my family before it was cool.
…like in the 1970s.
ETA: I have an ancient blogpiece about this, and author Janet Hardy surmised that we weirdos kicked out of our paddling for being the ugly duck often have to go and find a paddling of like-souled ducks who don’t find those traits so ugly. We don’t necessarily grow up to be swans (or even scrappy geese who come back for revenge) but there are folks out there who get you.
I was the black sheep of my family before it was cool.
…like in the 1970s.
ETA: I have an ancient blogpiece about this, and author Janet Hardy surmised that we weirdos kicked out of our paddling for being the ugly duck often have to go and find a paddling of like-souled ducks who don’t find those traits so ugly. We don’t necessarily grow up to be swans (or even scrappy geese who come back for revenge) but there are folks out there who get you.