wanting to appease/be like by/approved of
normal people…
the same ones that rejected me for being different…
…
…
…
is a subject of strong emotions for me.
I have long long had a rebellious “fuck you” attitude toward it/them.
and possibly also a sense of rejection and sadness, as if my family kicked me out when I was a baby, for being me (they didn’t.)
conclusion:
screw ’em.
there might be more to say, later, perhaps.