'THE' Group

You ever have one of those days when you realize just how much you’re NOT a part of the group, click, clan or whatever you want to call it?   

Being a part of a click has just never been my thing. Whether it’s because ‘they’ don’t think I fit or I don’t think I fit, either way, I’ve never really been a part of one.  I’ve always been on the outside looking in and sometimes wondering what it would be like to be a part. 

Most days it doesn’t bother me because, I’m ME like it or leave it, and then there’s those days when it does and today is one of those days.  The crazy things is, it’s really over something small and it really shouldn’t be bothering me but it does.  What is it? I wasn’t asked to be a part of the purchase of something for someone.  Sounds stupid I know but I would have gladly pitched in to help in the purchase but to not even be asked lets me know I’m not a part. 

I don’t carry an LV or have name brand shoes, I don’t drive a fancy car or wear fancy clothes, I don’t get my hair, nails, eyelashes, eyebrows or anything else for that matter, done on a regular basis. 

I drive a truck, I like bare-feet, I’m simple.  Fancy clothes, shoes and handbags stress me out.  Weird? Yeah I know.

Keeping up with the Jones’ is just not my thing.  So today I’m not feeling a ‘part’ but I know ‘this too shall pass’