As I was driving in the rain to a see a band play on Friday night, it came to me just how many talented people I am a single degree of separation from. I know a sizable number of musicians and singers that far surpass the entry level label of good and rest at or above amazing. (I was in fact on my way to see one). I know so many photographers and visual artists whose works leave me awestruck. And writers, and poets, and story tellers. Most people would be glad to know and connect with a single one of these creative types and here I had a free range menagerie of such.
What amazes me even more is that I got to know these people at all.
I have always been somewhat socially awkward, never really feeling comfortable around people unless I know them very well. This of course makes getting to know people very well very difficult.
Further, I tend to be drawn to people who might best be described as inhabitants of the Island of Misfit Toys. I can relate to them because I can see how little I tend to fit in with the norm and how much less I care to. And that might in fact be the reason I find myself surrounded by these people. We (me and them) are all this way -- outwardly confident and creative but inwardly questioning and outcast.
In honesty, "my people" are no less imperfect than the population at large. We may simply be more cognizant of our imperfections. And I've found that when folks like me accept that imperfection, we find it to be beautiful in its own right.
(c) 2015 Gene Lazo
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