This is what comes to mind immediately: Fungus, comma, there is a
and I write this as if it were indexed in back of a book entitled, "Among Us", under F, of course.
More subtly, I think of exclusion, because if it isn't among us, it is outside of us. The whole concept of inclusion, of being among us, and exclusion, being outside of us, has been on my mind lately. I don't think I'll be able to articulate my thoughts in the 15 minutes (less now that I've started writing) that we've allotted ourselves, but I will try to get down the gist of what I'm thinking.
I suppose this is my most overt confession, my most personal entry, which is a little hard for me since I've always felt like an outsider. I must've internalized this from my parents who are both awkward in social settings, but for different reasons. My mother came here from another country as an older teen where she met and then married my father who may not initially appear shy but who is a very introverted person. In addition to the fact that they were constantly at war with each other and the world around us, they managed to move our small family at least once a year, and, consequently, I attended 13 different public schools before graduating. I carried on the tradition well into my thirties. A body in motion stays in motion. And continuing in that vein, I've managed to veer far from the original prompt of "among us" vs. outside of us...which is to say what I've meant to get at is that it is difficult to feel among anyone when you are that mobile, when even your everyday thoughts include daydreams of a future home, elsewhere. And yet, I feel so happy here, writing with everyone, being part of this group, among us.
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