So there's this idea about "average people." They live in a house with a white picket fence, have 2.6 children, a dog, a car, all that jazz, right?
It's probably mostly bullshit.
But having said that, if there truly is such a thing, I know I'm not it.
I gave a friend of mine a ride the other day, and she, like me, is highly deviated from that everyday path. As we drove together, we discussed her not being quite like everyone else.
She and her room-mate aren't exactly dating, but aren't exactly not dating either. He's kind of like her vanilla dad. They look out for one another, love one another, and are emotionally intimate, while not being otherwise intimate. She often tells people that he's her boyfriend, because it's easier than explaining the very complicated true nature of their relationship, which doesn't seem weird, outré, or odd to her.
But she sometimes forgets that, out in the rest of the world, that makes her an oddball.
My own life is very much like this. I'm polyamorous, and a part of a number of different relationships. Each of these is unique, with its own special wonderful facets. I'm not going to list them all for you here, there's no need for that.
But the thing I'm grateful for is this: I don't need to be like those picket fence people. I can, and do, find my own joys, out of the circumstances of my own life.
My life is often pretty darn weird. I have these deep emotional connections to people I'm not related to, except by choice. It can be difficult to explain to others, sometimes. I have "kids" who are chronologically older than me. I'm regularly laid bare, emotionally, and physically, in front of a whole group of people who I'm very entangled with.
But it's so very enjoyable to be a part of.