I think you need better weirdos. None of the steange folk I’ve ever met are exclusionary.

looking back i think i would’ve been happier if i embraced being a weirdo and focused on befriending other weirdos. just a thought op!

Try to fit in with the normies: talk about soccer, suffer sexist jokes, suffer racist ideology,…

Until you can’t take it anymore.

The bomb bursts, you start over,…

Rinse and repeat.

Try to fit in with your weirdo’s: it’s also not 100%, but it sure beats the ever living shit out of that other thing.

The older you get the more you get comfortable and the less you’re inclined to get new people in your life (that’s what they say in general, I’m sure there’s exceptions).

Value the ones you got if they’re not toxic. As with everything, life’s too short and we’re only here once.

(Sorry if that’s dark, shitty day)

Meanwhile, I’m too weird even for the weird people…