This reminds me of this quote :
"Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self esteem, first make sure you are not, in fact, just surrounded by assholes."
I think it's pretty normal to hate being so out of sync with everyone around you. We tend to make heroes of social misfits (the rebels; the Underground Railroad, the people who worked against the Nazi's from inside the Reich // the inventors // the artists // the scientists // the "rogue" // ...those who dared to go against the tide of many kinds, ), but one has to also realize how cold, lonely, and isolated such a thing can make a person's daily life. Being differen comes often at great personal sacrifice; up to & including one's life. For some reason that sounds romantic to some people??? IDK.
I'd far rather be wrapped up in the warmth and strength of many, fitting in, than be on my own.
But I'd rather be on my own, than to be something or someone I'm not, or do not respect... Just for the sake of fitting in. It's the better of 2 evils, for certain, sure... But being better than the alternative doesn't mean I have to like it!
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One of my favorite poems of all time is very much on the subject..
IF
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
- Rudyard Kipling