Nontraditional.
Part of my life is very nontraditional, but the rest is so traditional that you could probably look it up in a book of local customs and understand exactly what I do.
I received the sweetest gift today and it was nontraditional. A friend described it as the equivalent of being given flowers. After working in a flower shop for a couple of years I still love flowers, but I also realize how transitory they are. Once a flower is cut and separated from the parent, it is already dying. There are things that last so much longer.
I like things that last a couple of life times at least.
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