Dancing on the Fringe

I have always lived on the fringe.

I’ve also spent more time than I like to admit with my nose pressed against the window, watching those golden people who seem to belong wherever they go.

And yet...and yet...whenever a door opened to let me in, whether a conventional marriage to a proper man or a proper life in a conventional town, I always ended up walking away, leaving that open door for someone more pliable, somebody nice, to use.

As you’ve probably noticed, I am not nice. I’m willful, obstinately independent, and fiercely opinionated. I want to do things my way, and I have slowly learned that the only way I can do that is by spending most of my time alone.

On the fringe.

Just where I’ve always been.

Only now I’m dancing.

Care to join me?

Yee-hah!