As the first post, I suppose most people would want to start on a positive note. I am not most people and not being most people seems like an excellent place to start (excellent being a stretch, realistically, just as good as any other would be more accurate). For as long as I can remember I’ve been “unique”. This isn’t a brag, while often the statement is expressed with overtones of admiration and awe, I would hazard to guess it is just as frequently expressed with dismay, sadness and the worst of all, pity; it is something I have been told my whole life, and has caused more trouble than benefit, the trouble is, and what people never seem to quite grasp is that being a “star” is only fun when you shine, and no one can shine all the time.
Being different has become a currency of sorts; a traded commodity, an excuse and a justification. It has grown into the most valued, coveted and hated part of me. People tell you your decisions and actions have consequences – but what happens when they don’t? What happens when, for the vast majority of your life the only consequences you suffered were those instituted by your struggling parents desperate attempt to help you understand the realities and intricacies of the world, an effort they tireless balanced against their desire not to to “break” your spirt or change the inner core of what it means to be you, what happens when you really and truly are “too smart for your own good”.
Being a “star” is only fun when you shine and no one can shine all the time.
I’m not sure I always know that answer
The Distracted Lawyer 