Fitting In and Getting OUT

I spent my entire time in high school on adventures, never worrying about fitting in with the bro's and ho's of my middle of nowhere high school. Lucky me! It was not until I went on the adventure of a lifetime that I would finally feel what it feels like to NOT fit in.

Summer 2008 was spent in Europe; Spain and France to be exact. While your reading this you might start to think I'm complaining because one, I was in EUROPE and two, who actually does "fit in" there? It's a societal mess where gypsies live around the corner from prominent business men! But rest assure, I was not Miss Popular.

I was surrounded by the brilliant minds of people some who were the same age or even younger than me. Minds I could not comprehend. Partially because my knowledge on ALL things humanities was not as advanced as I had thought. And while I was still on adventure of all things great: art, literature, love and in all just pure discovery, I realized that my lack in knowledge was making me feel inferior. And instead of getting over it like any college girl in Paris would on the sake of just being in Paris, the feeling stayed with me months after I arrived home.

Then I got over myself. I finally understood how boring and overly presumptuous these people were. These minds I wanted so much to be around who never shifted their conversations from anything but the next piece of literature and their philosophy of it. Does this mean I hate philosophy? Maybe. Socrates words on the men who sit high in their white temples praising themselves for their knowledge while they judge the world kept running through my head every time their mouths would open. Maybe I do like philosophy.

And while there was something to learn from these achieved and bold people, I also learned that it's important to indulge oneself in other things. To be passionate and foward on many things. Plato argued that a perfect man would be a worldy one. Modesty should have been put in their somewhere.