I am a twenty first century witch. Or so they say. Perennially afraid. Of everything and everyone. And those voice never go away. No matter how much medication I take. I will test your empathy to the limits and probably end up jumping off a roof. I do not belong here on this planet, in this place, in this time. I know it and everyone who has the misfortune to encounter me knows it, even though they rarely say it. I do not belong. I never have and I never will. This is not self pity and it is nobody’s fault. It is a morally neutral fact. Let’s just imagine that an angel made a clerical error. And I even have a limited purpose – I work in a cat sanctuary but that still doesn’t mean that I belong.
And maybe belonging is overrated anyway. As Groucho Marx said, ‘I wouldn’t want to be a member of any group that will have me as a member.’ Outsiders are often catalysts for change and I am proud to count myself as one of them. Besides, I m rather partial to the view.