…and? Society hates me. What individual people think of me is mostly irrelevant. And the accumulated trauma from a lifetime of having no place in this world and no identity have made it so I have to socially (and physically) isolate myself in order to be “okay.”

But yeah, most people are probably fine with me. And that’s comforting. But I’ll never meet them or spend time with them.

Edit: sorry for the bleak comment. Sometimes “uplifting” posts can have this effect on me because I find that they rarely apply.