Belong

I do not belong anywhere. I do not necessarily not belong, but there is no place or group of people where I feel like I belong. I am Swiss but I live in the USA. I in no way consider myself to be American but while I may refer to myself as Swiss, I don't feel like a belong in Switzerland either, having lived in American for 11 years. I don't belong in any specific school, to me Carmel would be no worse that University, in fact, I'm going to Carmel next year. There is no group of people to which I belong to. I have friends and I like them a lot, but I don't feel like I belong with them. It is difficult to explain, I do not not belong, and being with them is the closest feeling to belonging I have. I am close with many of them, but I feel no sense of belonging. The same applies to my family, I love them dearly, I would gladly die for them, but I feel no sense of belonging. Whenever I see those family movies, with the bonding between father or son, or brother or sister, or daughter or mother, all I can do is wonder if such strong bonds between family can possibly exist. They are my family, and once again with them its the closest I can come to belonging, but I do not belong. While other people have shaped my views on life, and how I am, No person or place other than myself is part of my identity. I am me because of myself.
There is nothing sad about not belonging. There is nothing bad about it. I can experience love, friendship, hate, and everything else that comes with living and dying. I'll just be a perpetual outsider. This has many advantages, first off I can't tell the difference between belonging and not belonging, so I can't answer. Second, I have little trouble leaving places, but have little reason do so. It always makes me laugh when someone says how much they want to leave a place, because you can tell that they afraid that they wont leave, and most times they don't. I know I'm going to leave, I just have no idea where I'll end up. If you don't belong anywhere you can go anywhere you want.

Favorite character

Its hard to pick a favorite out of such a lovable cast of characters. There is Lennie, the mentally handicapped, George, the cautious worker taking care of Lennie to make up for the time he almost drowned him as a joke, Curly, the overcompensating short guy, Carson, the cold but a bit dumb guy who sees nothing wrong with shooting dogs or people, and various other unsavory people. So from this motley bunch, I have to pick Crooks. Any and all bitterness or anger he has is justified by the fact that he used to have a good life, his father owned a farm and now he's reduced to living in a single room on a ranch, and he's not even allowed into some areas, thanks to the egregious racism of the others, further justifying his anger. Despite the obstacles against (being black in the great depression) he's managed to establish a somewhat stable method of living in a highly unstable atmosphere. But the best thing about his is that he's a realist, he's realizes that most dreams fail, and he was right about George and Lennie's dream. Out of everyone in the story, he was the only who really didn't lost anything, Curley's going to miss his wife, though he doesn't realize it, Carson has already lost everything, not even being able to understand the concept of friendship, Lennie's dead, Slim feels bad for George, and George lost his friend. Crooks lost nothing and now he has companions in his loneliness.