So sometimes I feel uncomfortable in my own skin.  As if I don’t fit in the situation I’m in.  The clothes are wrong, the hair is wrong, the words are wrong.  And nothing I can do or say or wear is the right thing to say or do or wear.  And so I grow discontent.  And I give up and do my best to conform.  To what, you might ask?  Whatever it is that seems to be different from what or who I am.  Is it right?  Am I selling my soul?  Don’t know.  I’m not really worried about my ‘self’.  But does it drive me crazy?  You tell me.  🙂