In the end, it matters little if I am the way I am because I chose it or because I cannot be otherwise, even if I try. I can only succed for a short time pretending to fit in... so why bother at all? Why not face it that I do not like the things people usually like or pretend to like and do not want the things people usually want or pretend to want.
The little break I get from raised eyebrows while faking interest is all but nullified by the stress of maintaining a facade. I do not wish to be anything or anyhow. I am content to just be.
