I am who I am, but why?

So I had my weekly maintenance meeting with the head enchiladas of the plant this morning. It had the best attendance thus far. As I sit at the end of the table in full view of everyone, I noticed something. Most of them had a full head of hair!! It was very impressive seeing as how they were all middle aged and after… getting back on topic… I also noticed that I was the only Asian. Young. Woman. in the room. It dawned on me that out of all possible career paths I could have taken, I routed for this one, for this company, in this room , with these people. It’s no accident, I consciously made this decision because I liked the field of work. However, I didn’t expect to be so different and seemingly out of place. So why do I think the same way as middle aged Caucasian men? And why am I one of the only young women to do so?

That got me thinking… why am I so weird? Not for this whole mech eng thing, just in general. A friend told me something the other day that stuck. He said my personality was “(for lack of a better word) deep”. I know exactly what he means… perhaps it’s this quality that got me here. Sometimes I don’t like the feeling of standing out. Being different often feels lonely; I am tired of being alone.