There are days when community kind of stinks – where it feels like no matter what, I don’t fit in.
I am not “one of the guys” – biology alone tells me that much – but I am not exactly “one of the girls” either. I end up in my own androgynous category.
Sometimes I can’t help but resign myself to be nothing more than the seventh wheel – still there in the group, but no one misses it if it were gone.
I am the square peg in a round hole. There’s nothing wrong with the hole itself; the peg just doesn’t belong there. I’ve never doubted the fact I love my team, but my personality and interests don’t mesh with the others in the way I’d have liked them to.
And I don’t exactly believe anything’s wrong with me either, but like the square peg, there are probably other places I could fit better.
But all is not lost for this peg. It’s true: if you try to hammer it in right off the bat, it’s going to get stuck.
Give it time. Each day try to work the peg in a further. It may only move a little bit each time, but progress is progress.
The corners of the square peg will wear down and round out, softening the edges and letting it slide in better. The round hole will begin to develop grooves on the side, where the corners of the peg make contact.
Eventually the peg fits, and when it does, it fits so securely that you would be hard-pressed to remove it.
