Nobody fits in. Life lesson I learned. We’re all just faking it. Some of us fake it so well we decieve even ourselves.
I sometimes wonder that those that seem to fit in best are the ones that worry about fitting in the most.
Why fit in? Be yourself, be original. Put your own records on.
Oh dear. We have to earn that right?
:: scurries off looking worried ::
:: has found an appropriate poem and pops back in to quote it, because hey, who can resist quoting an appropriate poem? Not me, no sirree! ::
All the women where I work are moms or grandmas and they all go to church and love to throw scented candle parties and baby showers.
I’m a childless 55-year-old atheist who loves science fiction and computers and English television series and Lord of the Rings.
Yeah, I know all about not fitting in.
Unless she works on the street, no reason why she couldn’t slip on flats when she left work.
Exactly what I thought. And I’m pretty sure she works in an office. (She said she writes for a fashion magazine.)
I’ve worked for fashion magazines, and *everyone *keeps heels in their desk at work. I suspect the young lady in question was not the brightest word on the page.
I know what you mean because some of the people who fit in are wrinkly and dumpy.
I don’t know what her story was, but if she’s happy with her choices, then good on her. She did look like she was struggling, though.
Some good advice that I was given a long time ago: Don’t try to compare your insides with everyone else’s outsides. 
Another goody: why try to fit in when you were made to stand out?
This is exactly it, definitely not about looks or really even about fashion although that is how I described it at first. I decided to spend today just completely being myself, so far I’m having a much better day than I usually do. I’m probably not even behaving any differently, but still I feel better.
What I think is different is that I’m not monitoring other people for clues about how to behave-does that make sense? Because I feel like such an outsider here I tend to keep one eye on everyone else and just follow their lead. I’m not like that at all when I’m home or with my friends, but here at work I am and it takes *a lot *of energy!
huh. It’s so great to know that other people deal with this stuff too.
I like that!
I tend to gravitate towards the weirdos, for the obvious reason, I suppose. I don’t have a lot of interest in the so-called normal people - they tend to be kind of boring.
What the OP said perfectly describes my situation except…
…I DO fit in. Just with the guys in the office not the girls.
Makes me feel a little weird when they congregate and I realize how little we have in common.
But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Fantastic.
Must link to Oingo Boingo’s classic song “On the Outside” (youtube link)
lyric snippet:
And the guy who wrote it, Danny Elfman, went onto fortune and fame writing movie scores for Tim Burton and others, and married Bridget Fonda…
We all feel like we’re on the outside at some points in our life…
I’m writing that down. 
I don’t fit in either. How much is there to say about American Idol, anyway?
I coulda sworn he was gay…!
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I used to be one of those “doesn’t fit in at work” women. I’m fashion impaired. I just don’t get it. I’m too tomboy or something, or have an incomplete X chromosome or something. What ever secret thing those fashionable, put-together women have I just haven’t got it, can’t see it/touch it/smell it/whatever.
I am now working as a cobbler, a job that requires jeans and t-shirts and a heavy apron. I get that, it’s now easy for me to dress appropriately for work, including accessories (tool belt, safety gear, etc.)
Ironically, I now repair the heels, belts, and purses for the put-together-fashionistas for a living.
I still don’t get fashion, but apparently I am able to repair it, whatever it is, when it comes in the door.