We all have something we’d like to write about, but that doesn’t really fit our blog, Plinky wants us to write about it any way, to create an island of misfit posts.
Blog I feel is the voice or of the closet misfits. The weaker among us, who have succumbed to social, familial, peer and parental pressures of enduring an ill-fit,.
Well, the issue is about misfit, it probably means a fit somewhere, like a jigsaw puzzle where a concave fits a convex and the picture is harmonious and complete. But in this era of perfect compartmentalization, I find people struggling into that one single fit. To quote Terri Windling, “we’re all misfits here,” that’s why blog. For people like us don’t fit anywhere else. Halfies, homos, hopeless romantics, outcasts, outrageous and terminally weird. That’s where our blogs from, from our weirdness and our differences, from our manic fixations, our obsessions our passions, from all those wild and whacky things that make each of us unique.
When I was a little girl life was so much simpler. Things fell into two categories, wrong or right, black or white, that made us fit or misfit, as in people poorly adapted to an environment. Now that I am an adult, I figure there is a grey area, or to put it mathematically put it, there are times when x->y I realize there are rights, wrongs, and different. Like lodges spoke to cabbots, and cabbots to God, it was a hierarchy
Social approval’s–> parental approval–>God approves.
It was hard to accept being different, hard to have people avoid looking at you and still believe in yourself.
To be alone was different; to be different is to be alone. People who lived their own world were schizophrenic, psychopaths, maniacs,
On the other hand, we have Einstein, saying that there was time or space, just a combination of the two, or Columbus insisting that on the other side of the world was not an abyss, but a continent. Or Edmund Hillary convinced that a man could reach top of Everest. Or the Beatles who created a new genre of music and dressed weird, well, these were misfits in their society too; in any case they lived in their own world.
Today I see God is a God who can see black and white and grey too, and he dances on the grey! Grey is okay.
Like Apple Inc says” here’s to the crazy one, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers. The round peg in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And have no respect for status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify of vilify them about the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do.”