In the beginning, when I was too young to know any better, I found myself seeking the outliers, the people who ended up, more often than not without having chosen to be so, on the fringes. It seemed fitting, as that's where I always seemed to end up, anyway.
As I got older, though, I realized that restricting myself to just those sorts was cutting out a lot of folks that, even if they seemed a bit more homogenous outside, all had stories of their own, and these stories were just as interesting and important as those who seemed more outwardly distinct.
These days, I find myself wanting to sit and talk with just about anyone, to figure out who and why they are and where they've been. I'm even looking to make a career of it. Because, in the end, people are just plain fascinating, achingly beautiful, heartbreakingly flawed (and we all are), but endlessly varied and unique.
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