An acquaintance tells me that she’s uncomfortable. Being plunged
into social situations with couples. Because she’s unattached. Yes, without a
partner. Thus making her feel like a fifth wheel (her term). Now, isn’t that
too bad? That she can’t find a way to adjust. And fit in. Comfortably. No
matter the circumstances. Heck, I’m a fifth wheel. No matter where I go. I’m a
natural-born oddball. Doesn’t bother or hinder me. It ain’t paramount that I fit
in. Neatly. Actually, I thrive. When I’m me. The odd fit. I’ve spent my life as
a proverbial fifth wheel. To my easy-going delight. Proud of it, too. --Jim Broede
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