I know how the term sensitive is viewed in society. I know it’s an insult. I know it’s the narcissist’s one stop gaslight-in-one-shop favorite word.

The truth is, I’m incredibly sensitive. Like a finely tuned piece of equipment. My intuitions have often proven right and far-reaching.

But the world is loud, and I get overwhelmed by all the noise.

But the world is loud, and my signals often seem to get drowned out.

Lord knows I don’t want to compete.

The world can be loud, but somehow I can say the things that are not okay to say, and everyone notices. Wedding cake on my hands at the rehearsal dinner, like I didn’t know any different.

I am very sensitive to interpersonal dynamics and what is going on in the world. I like to study both.

I was just reflecting on how I don’t know where I fit. Where I can grow outside of mono-cultures. I don’t even know what climate I would thrive in or how to find it. Or where to start.

I can think a liberal arts school. Or a graduate program. Or another area of the country. Or another country.

I just never really felt seen in a group of people. Never really felt like I found “my people,” those that were into the same things I was.

Art? Music? I want to do something to help, I just don’t know where I’m best put to use.

How did other sensitive people find community, if you did? I think that is the first step for me.