It’s hard to be inconspicuous when you’re hanging upside down.

While everyone sat in neat rows on the grass along the edge of the trees trunk, I dangled from a tall branch in the air. Quietly hovering above everyone else, observing their actions and how they socialize with others, trying to fit in while I do nothing but fit-out.

Some people call me “unique” when they try not to hurt my feelings, but sometimes I don’t care if I’m diffrent why is that so bad? So, now I hang upside down on the tallest tree branch of my favorite tree and watch as I ignore the wishpers that float my way.