The Freedom of Not Fitting a Demographic

I’m not the target audience.
For anything.

Too old for the “find yourself” crowd.
Too young for the “tell the grandkids about the war” set.

I don’t want kids, I don’t drink coffee, I don’t think “live, laugh, love” belongs on a wall.
I’m in the gym at an hour most people still call last night.

I’m not trying to fit in, but I’m not trying to stand out either. I’m not chasing luxury, but I’m not camping in the dirt for fun. I don’t fit in your dating app filter, your marketing campaign, or your “people like us” group chat.

And the world loves a category.
It loves a neat box with a label you can read from across the room.

But here’s what I’ve learned: not fitting means freedom.
It means I get to write my own story.
To say yes to things that weren’t designed for me, and to walk away from the things everyone insists I should want.

That freedom lets me surprise myself: a conversation with a stranger that turns into a friendship, a risk that becomes a new chapter, a quiet moment that shifts everything I thought I knew.

So no, I’m not the target audience.
I’m not even on the list.

And honestly? That might be the only category worth being in.