Posted by: lylescott89 | February 4, 2018

Some days you get the giraffe, some days you get the wig.

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“If we lose love and self respect for each other, this is how we finally die.” –  Maya Angelou

Hey kids,

I suppose some clarity is in order.  I have not left my wife and son.  I have not abandoned my sisters, my aunt, my uncle or my cousins for androids.  Nor do I have a secret family hidden in Sheboygan.  I have not converted to Mormonism and Donna does not suddenly have sister-wives.  I have not adopted any children and no one has adopted me.  Whatever I was trying to say with my “new family” comment got blown way out of proportion by people that wrote me and took things way too literally.

You know how some people have church families while others may have Synagogue families or Buddhist Temple families?  Or perhaps you have a work family.  Maybe you have a Disney family.  I worked part-time for Disney for several years and considered them my family and I am still in touch with several of those people.  Maybe you have a support group of some sort and that is a family to you.  I have a college family.  It’s a very small family (It’s actually a trio) and we kind of goof on each other a bit, but we’re family and that’s okay.  They know I would do anything for them (within reason) and I know they’d do the same for me.  What I was trying to say is that a family is many things and when you meet new people and get involved sometimes you become a part of their family.  We all have many families.  Now allow me to elaborate.

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Recently, I became a part of the IBMS (International Bikini Model Search) Family.  They call themselves a family and they welcomed me.  That made me feel good.  I had a rough first night due to my own anxieties and neuroses, but guess what?  They accepted me anyway.  I talked about my OCD issues as well as my introverted nature and they listened.  I spoke about my anxiety issues and my many, many neuroses.  And they were all okay with that.  When I got there I was with a complete group of strangers, but I left with new friends and new family members.

Throughout my life I have felt like an outsider in almost every place I have been.  I felt like that all through high school.  I tried many things to fit in when I was in college, but I tried way too hard and made myself miserable in the process.  I joined a college aged church youth group after high school and even though we had some fun times together, I was always the one left behind and always the one that felt unwanted.  They’d break off into couples and guess who was alone.  Yep, that would be me.  The harder I tried the worse it got.  Wherever I worked, with the exception of Disney, I felt like the square peg.

So finally after years and years of not fitting in I found a place where I felt welcomed.  I found a place where people were nice to me and did not care that I made obnoxious and obscure pop culture references in order to hide my nervousness.  They liked me for me and I liked them too.  I am generally an unhappy person because so many things bother me, but this made me happy.   These new people made me happy and I am proud to be a part of their family.

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Now are these the people I will be spending Thanksgiving with from now on?  No, of course not.  I will be with Donna and Adam; the two people I love and cherish most in this world.  I have told them both for years that they are the only two people I need.  Donna encouraged me to get out of the house, make new friends and be a part of something.  Well now I have.  Just like Mrs. Maisel, I am sorry if I hurt anyone.

Namaste

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