Becoming An Outsider

Possessing different physical attributes and cultural customs to the majority can make it difficult to feel like one belongs to a certain group. Groups are formed on opinion and common interests, not feeling like a person shares any of these things with another can make a person feel like an outsider especially a migrant.

I am a strong Introvert and do not like big gatherings, but can deal with them by expending a lot of mental energy. An example of my Introvert status would be trick-or-treating on Halloween. I hated going up and interacting with people to the point I would make my brother handle the interaction and I would just get the candy. If my brother was not going tick-or-treating, then I just stayed at home.

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You see the person you love struggle to be the best person she can be to get recognition, well in her eyes. All you wanted to do is to help her at all times, but you can't. Unfortunately, you were just an outsider from the clan that happens to be marry off to the man you loved the most after much difficulty into approving the relationship. You don’t have the ability your husband or daughter have, so you sit there, stare and maybe shout some encouraging words until practice was over. Sadly, it happens every single day to much of your dislike.

Insult can be enacted in a multitude of methods – as a slap, exclusion, a false accusation, or a dismissive remark. Insult assumes lack of consent, disregard for the comfort of the individual who is receiving the setback. At its moment of delivery, all that matters to the aggressor is the primacy of its, logic or need. An insult violates boundaries. Due to the fact of its obliviousness to negotiation, its discharge can appear to the individual on the receiving end like a judgment with no appeal. The offense appears to deny the possibility of recognition. When insult becomes endemic, or institutionalized, the insulted can be rendered unreal. The encounter can, of course, have positive aspects: it can mobilize pride and will and a lifelong determination

What if I miss out on a normal American life? When we stepped off the plane in New Zealand, the anxiety that I had been stewing in for 16 hours certainly didn’t let up. In fact I became a walking black hole. I purposefully tried to not enjoy life in New Zealand, writing a blog titled “Around the World in 80 Days. At Least I Hope so.” and even purposefully failing my homeschool lessons. This all changed when it occurred to me that most people don’t get the chance to see what life is like beyond the walls of the United

At times like these is where I really do feel alone. When I have so much on my mind, when I am in need for a distinction. I wish I had someone I could go to. But no here I am walking alone, trying so hard not to cry. Here I am wanting so bad just to talk to someone. Me the person that never talks at all, wants someone to talk to. I feel so lonely when I leave the house. Everyone around me has friends, and people that love and care for them. I am not asking for a group or a lot of people to just be around me. I am only asking for one person, but I cant even get that. Yoongi is the closest thing/person I got to not actually being truly alone. Yoongi is his own person, with his own problems. Also he has friends of his own, I am sure he wants nothing to do with me.

It was on a Saturday morning that I realized I needed to make a serious change to my priorities and habits. The air was clean and crisp, with a slight chill that brought goosebumps to my exposed forearms and calves. The sun was just beginning to peek over the line of towering trees, and the flowers seemed to be showcasing their most beautiful colors. A strenuous workout left me with short, gasping breaths and small beads of sweat accumulating around the rims of my flushed cheeks. To my right was my good friend, a shiny girl with vibrant blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. The details of my conversation with the shiny girl to my right were faint, for the most part. However, when she looked at me with her piercing blue eyes and spoke the words,

What does it mean to be a stranger? In some places a stranger is someone for children to not talk to and in other places strangers are things to gawk at while giggling. We’ve all felt the feeling of not being in the loop with friends, families, and in your home town. One of my most powerful memories of one such feeling is when I lived in South Korea where I felt an outsider even after living and working there for 3 years.

Trying to familiarize myself with, well myself has always been a concept I’ve found to be harder than what it sounds like. I’ve always been the type to stay out of the spotlight and use my friends as framework of who I was up until high

I remember when I moved here, I was very different from others. I didn’t get along with other people because I didn’t know any English and everyone here were very different then the people from India. My beliefs was different too and it

Nowadays I have close friends who I can talk to whenever I'm sad or need someone to talk to who I'm really thankful for and don't know what I'd do without. In the past years, i’ve gained more trust worthy friends which makes every day even better. My family is something I need to keep in mind knowing that they care about me and knowing that they will

I realize I’m not the only one who’s observing others. The people who pass by look at me too. They take in my appearance and the spilling backpack I have at my side. No one stops for me. No one speaks to me. No one cares about me. I’m used to it now. This is my life.

Life can be complicated, and it can be difficult, but even more so if you are feeling alone.

There’s a sort of foreignness that the I sometimes feel even though I have been here for nearly 18 years of my life. Even though I’m surrounded by peers, I feel a sense of loneliness that distances me from both my peers at school and my parents at home. I feel that I cannot fully feel comfortable in either circle and that is truly a lonely feeling. As a young child who hasn’t even started grade school yet, feeling the pressure to become a successful doctor or lawyer is truly heavy Model minority =pressure, if not then seen as stupid Asian, good at math, cheap, bad fashion sense (which I know), bad drivers, really rich (Asian american men), crooked