Sometimes, a person is not exactly like everyone else. Sometimes, they have different religious convictions. Sometimes, they have different societal expectations.

Sometimes, they dance to a different drum, or see the world slightly from a different point of view.

Sometimes, they speak a different language. Sometimes, it’s the same language. Sometimes, they use the same words, but still speak a different language anyway.

Sometimes, they just come from somewhere else in the world. Sometimes, they are strangers. And sometimes, they are just strange.

And sometimes…. well, sometimes, they are me.