I am the type of person who does not know who they are. The type of person with personality, and interests, and likes and dislikes, but doesn't stick with one crowd. The type of person that doesn't belong to a certain "squad", but not a floater, just, an everyone-er. I have the things I like to do, and the things I laugh at when people suggest it. Does that make me any less of a person? Does not belonging, or feeling like I don’t belong make me any less of a person? If you're one of me, one of the Others, you'd probably say "No" to my question. But if you're like everyone else, you'd say "Yes." People see us Others as people not of a certain category, therefore, of a certain category. We fit in with the athletes, even though we are not a part of every single team the school provides. We are seen as Nerds, or Geeks, just because we are smart, and maybe appear like we don't have to work as hard as others to always get that perfect grade. We tend to hide our struggles, our truest of emotions, and some of our deepest thoughts. We are social, but we won't be found every Friday and Saturday with our friends, but will be found glued to a chair sitting at a table with homework and books, and probably a laptop or phone, or tablet somewhere within the organized chaos of papers. We are the night owls. We won't stop till we finish the task. If you are an Other, you know the things you like to do, but you don't have your future clearly mapped out. There's no 4 year plan, or even a New Year's resolution. You have "friends", but there's no one you could tell all your thoughts and worries to that keep you up at night. You can be invisible, and you can be the third-wheel. But it doesn't really bother you, at least, you don't show it, or you're used to it by now. You drown yourself in books, online, or in hand, either one works the same. They're your escape. They're the escape to other lives, and other worlds, and other adventures you think you will never have. The escape to feeling like you actually belong. You love people and things with all your heart, and put people first, yourself last. You probably have a favorite food, or type of pet, or color. You've never really been into the trends that everyone your age always seems to rave about. You're not really street, or book smart, but you know enough. If you're an Other, you sometimes feel outcasted, or forgotten, or left out, but the moment that enters your brain, you block it out, aware or not. Your room is probably described as messy and unorganized by your parents, but you know exactly where to find even the tiniest crumb. You're handwriting is probably always changing, and after a little bit of prettiness, it stays in form, but gets messy. Your own kind of Shorthand. Your brain thinks faster than your senses, but sometimes for the better. You're incredibly perceptive, and can read people without any effort. You’re effortlessly good at imitations, but not when you try. An Other is typically creative, so you're probably in art, or in theater. If not, then you're one of the Musical Others, and are described as a prodigy child for whatever instrument you play. Musician Other, or Creative Other, you’re good, but you feel as though you will never be good-enough and will never grow. You love to read and/or write, and you're dreams are like fairytales. You'd most likely rather freeze than burn, and you like sayings, and quotes, and phrases. The inspirational things. Others are collectors, most likely started when you were just a wee child. Your room is cozy and chaotic. You are always longing to be someone else, but my dear one, you need to learn to be the best You you can be. You need to tell your story, or others will tell it for you. You should never change for someone or something, and should always take risks if it's worth the outcome. You should always try it once, regret nothing, and never leave yourself wondering. I am a dreamer. I am a believer, and a doer. I am a nerd, a geek. I am an artist, an actress, and an athlete. I am an Other, and I do not fit into one single category, and cannot be described by a single word. I don't know who I am supposed to be, or who I will end up being. But I do know that I will chase my dreams until I can run no longer, and when I cannot run, I will walk, and when I cannot walk, I will crawl. But no matter what is thrown at me, I will get there in the end, and I will be the best me I can be.