My Life is a Sesame Street Song

I am, without exaggeration, the one of these things that doesn't belong. Sarah agrees with me too. And it actually applies on a number of different levels.

Amongst our circle of friends here in Newfoundland, I don't fit. They're nursing students, would-be scientists, academically inclined smart people. I have an Arts Degree that I never intended to use, know absolutely nothing about the human body (Not in that way you dumb bastards!) and adopt a glossy blank stare whenever the discussions sway towards nursing / health related topics, which is quite frequent. Luckily, we usually get together somewhere where there is either (a) a TV with sports highlights for me to watch or (b) another boyfriend who isn't into the whole nursing / science thing, but they also have no clue about sports or movies or the stuff that is most important to me.

Occasionally, someone fires me a bone and asks about my writing, which makes me perk up a little, but after engaging me for the minimum amount of time, they usually revert back to talking about the procedures they have been involved in or various organs, bones and diseases I know nothing about and I go back to sticking out like a sore thumb.

This next bit is going to sound strange, but I don't fit the profile appearance wise either. I know that it is a huge generalization to say that Newfoundlanders look a certain way, dress a certain way etc. etc. etc. but let's face it - every pocket of society has it's own distinct appearance and mine definitely doesn't portray me as being from these parts.

Take last night. I rocked a mohawk. Not like an 80's punk band, Anarchy Rules! kind of mohawk, more of a Kevin Federline on the cover of Details a couple months ago mohawk. It's grown out a little so it's turning into a faux-hawk, but you get the picture. That doesn't play here very well. It is an immediate "look at that guy" whenever we're in public. (Note: Please tell me if it is an automatic "look at that guy" everywhere, just so I know...)

Clothes matter to me. Not that they don't to others, but I really like fashion, I don't mind saying it. Coordination and style means a great deal to me. I don't own a ski-doo jacket; I rock blazers and sports jackets. Big-ass snowboots aren't in my closet, nor are running shoes; I've got a pair of Timberlands, some dressy sneakers (for sneaking) and a pair of beige corduroy slip on loafers that are full-out bad-ass! I got them in Paris. They're awesome! My argyle sweater vest is a dead give away of my being from away too...

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