Is The Experience Of Being An Outsider Universal Mga Nobela at Kwento

She couldn't shake the feeling of being an outcast, a foreign presence in a world that had already accepted someone else as queen. The weight of being a human in a kingdom of shifters made Blair feel like an outsider, destined to be forever on the fringes of acceptance. She questioned whether she would ever be embraced by the people of the kingdom, whether they would ever see beyond her human nature and truly acknowledge the love she shared with Ashier.

Except me. I clutched my books tighter, the weight of being ignored pressing down on me more than usual. The bench felt smaller beneath me, the space between me and everyone else stretching wider. Not that it mattered—I was used to it. An outcast. A foreigner. The invisible presence in a room full of people. Shaking off the sting, I plugged in my earphones, letting a podcast fill the silence. "How would you rate your life on a scale of ten, Ms. Polani?"

I said, softly. “Yeah?” “Why are you always nice to me?” She gave a short laugh. “What kind of question is that?” “I mean it. Everyone else sees me as this outsider or a threat or some embarrassing project… but you don’t.” “I’m an outsider too, you know. I’ll support my fellow outsider over the snubbing rich anytime.” “To be honest, I don’t even know where I belong.” “Right now?” she said, nudging me gently. “You belong here. On this bench. Eating chocolate. With me.”

I am no one. I'm just a young woman, fresh out of college, in a large city, working at a company as an intern until I can make it. The way society treats us is imaginable to the normal mind. Those who choose to stay at home and continue in the cycles that continuously repeat every generation live in a generalized bliss. They never dare to choose the one risk that could make or break a person…to leave. For those of us who want to but can't not only deal with troubles of being different at home, but we do end up taking the chance which leads to the truth for us all… the complete and utter alienation of our identities.

“I’m not a grass sweetheart whatever she does or doesn’t do out here has got nothing to do with me. I do my bit and that’s it but when it’s Alanna we barely cross paths” “So, she has?”. “I never said that”. “You didn’t need to but don’t worry I’m not going to say anything. She’ll land herself in it just like always”. “You being out here going to become a regular thing?”. He asked. I shrugged. “Do you ever feel like you don’t belong sometimes?”. “I’m the outsider Leah so what do you think?”. “I’m the outsider too remember. I wasn’t born into this pack heck I didn’t even know I was a werewolf. I was brought here on false pretences and my life changed forever”.

Parts of his life she wasn't part of. And even though Sarah was married and completely innocent, the feeling of being an outsider lingered. Because there would always be people who understood George's world better than she did. Who shared experiences she'd never have. Who spoke his language fluently while she struggled to follow along. And no amount of reassurance could completely erase that insecurity.

They were huddled over a map, their heads close, their bodies moving in a synchronized dance they had clearly practiced for years. The attraction I felt for Ruan was still there—a pulsing, living thing that made my blood hum whenever he was near. But the realization that I was an outsider in his world was becoming a weight I couldn't ignore. I wasn't a biker. I wasn't a criminal. I was a woman who had seen a crime and was now paying for it with her soul.

I was pertaining to the world where I came from. "Never. You were a rare case since you were an outsider but we, Mysticuria Citizens, do not entertain such an idea. We just know that somewhere, there are other people who are inferior to us. The world outside is full of powerless humans and besides, it is almost impossible for us to find the way out. We are sealed off and we don't care about the mystic-less world." I scoffed at the reasoning. "How prejudiced."

Now he knows that there is an infinite universe out there and each universe has its own multiverse that has a different history and outcome. In his universe case; he now knows that he is a unique existence none of those multiverses has him. Like he’s the outsider that had decided to put himself into the game. He felt strange and weird, but at the same time, he felt proud of himself because he’s [The One] of his own existence.

“Really? Aren’t you doing the same to me? Exploiting me for your own needs? Why are you acting like you aren’t one of them?” “You don’t understand…they will use magic on you,” I still struggled. “Then let it be…if that means bringing back my memories then so be it. Aren’t the people here the best option yet?” He reluctantly loosened his grip. "You may not realize it, but if I'm not here, who will protect you? These people are primarily concerned with themselves. They don't hold outsiders in high regard..." I knew that. But no matter how hard I try; I will always be an outcast whatever place it is. Thus, there wasn’t any difference. I’m treated as an enemy of the West and still an enemy here