Accept Your Exceptions

 

When it comes to just about anything standardized or default, I tend to be the exception.

Local phone numbers that are required to acquire a local phone number, local references in places I’ve never been or met anyone from, and organizational materials (like the kennitala in Iceland…basically a more-often-asked-for Social Security number all the locals have) that I wasn’t born with.

I very clearly feel this distinction when I’m filling out online forms that have certain required fields that don’t apply to me. I spend a handful of minutes checking the right boxes, giving away my privacy in exchange for some kind of membership or subscription or required certification, only to get to the end and find some box that I have no honest way of filling.

This can be upsetting. It draws a clear line in the sand between ‘us’ and ‘everyone else.’ Those who can fill out this form, and those who cannot. If you can’t, sorry. No (desired item) for you.

I’ve grown accustomed to this status over the past few years, however, and now I tend to embrace it.

Being the exception makes doing vanilla tasks difficult, but it makes everything else a whole lot easier. When there are fewer standards to uphold, there are fewer boxes for people to cram you and your actions into. If you’re an unknown quantity, it means that anything you do — ANYTHING — could be normal. Any strange habits or alternative lifestyle choices you wish to make are suddenly okay, because those around you have no yardstick by which to measure your actions.

It’s liberating.

Being the exception — whether it’s because of your geography, your background, your professional path or anything else — gives you an excuse to be exceptional.

Don’t waste the opportunity.

2 comments

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  2. I think you come to realize this more and more with age. I’m in my mid twenties, and out of the college scene where sometimes I just felt like an outsider from deviating what everyone “thought” was normal. I think that’s why travel is amazing, there is no yardstick like you said to measure your actions, and shit I guess if there was, it be metric and I couldn’t understand it anyways!

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