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A social phenomenon has been plaguing me. While I’ve started putting a name to it in my adulthood, it’s really been a boulder in my backpack since grade school. Some people, for some reason, are instantly adored, immediately accepted, and effortlessly loved. I have never been a member of their ranks. While this involved feelings of pain and rejection in my youth and a certain level of jealousy as I grew up, I’m 41 and I’m going to need people to just fucking like me already.
It might be my face, I don’t know. That’s what I’ve always assumed, that there’s something about my face that people just don’t instantly enjoy, because sentiments often emerge before I’ve even opened my mouth. It isn’t a matter of pretty/unpretty, those aren’t even real things, I think it’s something much more primal and human than any modern beauty standard we’ve invented and started charging women money to achieve. I don’t think I have a face that people warm to instantly, I think I’m more of an acquired taste. Rough gig for someone living in the Instant Age, I can assure you.