From childhood, being normal was a mad compulsion. Partly indoctrinated, partly accepted as blind faith. a painful operation on the brain performed by novices.
being quiet earned me the title of arrogance.leisure time with the books invited the mantle of bookworm.hairy exterior ( which I assume is the natural state)reminded many of early man. Productive chatter was argument.little interest in rat race was failure.the biggest compliment was the prize of craziness.
Other layers were added on.fabricated respectability,pride,servility. Several masks worn, burned and made to fit in.thankfully, every attempt was met with failure. Angst arose like hot molten lava used to torture a lost soul.the duplicity of action and word was too difficult to resolve by escape.
It is better to be original- as you are rather than a second hand copy.