I've never really been much of a social person; never been able to find people like myself, who think like me, who feel like me, who believe what I believe. Most of the time socializing is an enormous emotional drain, because I have to be so accommodating to others' behaviors. And from time to time I find myself feeling so alien, so ridiculous, so freakishly different that I simply cannot function. This was supposedly normal when I was in puberty, but I turn 40 next month, and the feelings have only deepened over time. The world seems so cruel and bleak sometimes: I can't fix it; I can't escape it; and I can't stand it.
I want to believe that the problem is me, that I should change myself, lower my expectations of other people. I can't seem to do that, though; foolish as it is, I expect people to act reasonably and responsibly. Why is that an unreasonable expectation? And why am I held to a reasonable standard while others are not?
Where are *my* people?
2006-11-18
22:51:08
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