I know we’ve only been here for five months, but I’m getting the sense that we’re just as much outsiders as the first month we got here. The only difference is the people have had longer to judge us and make their assumptions.
It’s rather ironic, actually. You come to a place like this because you expect the upper crust of its residents to be refined in character and social receptivity, but I don’t feel it. None of us feel it.
It’s unnerving to walk by the same people practically every day and have them actually avoid contact with you, to the point of sheer awkwardness. Yeah, I know you’re a celebrity and all, and you’re from here and I’m not, and you’ve met amazing people around the globe, but what ever happened to being a genuine person, man? Isn’t that what you preach, kinda-sorta?
But it’s all good, actually. I’ve laughed about it many times already. It’s funny and somewhat refreshing, but maybe not so much for you. So maybe I’m the one with the upper hand, because I can walk away and know that it’s you and not me. But then again, what did you ever care?
Time will tell. I have a great amount of work to do — on my own self and with my family — before the ultimate truth is revealed. And when that moment comes, I’ll be ready for it. The outcome won’t really matter.