I’m weird, and I’m proud of it. I’m wired in such a way that I don’t impress many people. In fact, I’ve always felt life an outsider. I’ve always been a loser. I suck at sports. I have zero charisma. I often make people uncomfortable because I’m content to sit in silence observing the world through a wide-angled lens. I don’t need much to make me happy. I could spend all day walking along a stream singing to myself with my head in the clouds, the breeze on my face, and not a care in the world. I have ADHD, so I often zone out, have difficulty participating in conversations, unless it’s a conversation with myself, but even then, everyone else fades into an oblique peripheral. People tend to desire conformity; the word conform is very similar to comfort. There’s a time and a place for comfort, but it needs to be confronted by stretching ourselves beyond that which we find familiar, which I do every time I have to talk with another person.