I used to feel this way until this one conversation I had in high school. I was talking to this one girl who I didn’t know really well, but who was in the same friend group as me (she was, in my eyes, one of the central members). I commented that I was kind of the outsider of the group, and she said that she’d always thought I was one of the central members, and that she’d considered herself a group outsider. The entire time, we’d each thought we were the outsider, when it turns out neither one of us really was.
TL;DR - We all feel like the outsider sometimes. There’s a good chance that’s at the same time that you’re feel long like an outsider, someone else in your group is feeling the exact same way about themselves.

Metal fork in a nonstick pan aaaaaaaah!

Ok, it either says Aunt or Cwnt (or possibly Gunt, after reading the comments). But if it's a C, the next letter has to be a w.

The octopus one is actually just a really, really good 3D animation by a guy named Thomas Marqué.

https://doctorcatmd.com/comic/doctor-cat

If you have a table, and then make a second, identical table, are they the same table? No, of course not. That’s basically all this argument is.

But also stay sensitive and don’t think that you can tell if someone has depression with a cursory glance. I hide my depression spirals pretty fabulously, and usually outwardly overcompensate for the internal disaster I’m dealing with. Just because someone seems ok doesn’t mean they’re lying about having depression.

I have seen the musical 1776 too many times an was incapable of reading any of those names Normal lee.

So... plus sized girls are allowed to do anything except go shopping with their thin friends? What an odd rule.

Yep, my white Christian mom in Texas has one, too.

Except the colored pencil sharpener is nicer, so that’s certainly a nice change of pace.

Green tea...

Or a 5th grade classroom after outdoor recess. You will believe in the power of deodorant immediately. And the power of open windows.

So all of this is true except that the baby was born at 7-Eleven. Don’t know why you felt the need to Photoshop in that lie, the story was just fine without it.

“A Texas lake”. WHAT TEXAS LAKE? THIS IS IMPORTANT TO ME.

I’m in this photo and I don’t like it.