Btw, I was in no way referring to
you as a "weirdo." I was using it in a general sense, and referring the word to
myself more than anything. Bad choice of "us."
I started to write something clarifying my meaning behind what I originally said (weird people thinking differently), but as I began to flesh it out, I realized that it's probably much more complicated than can be reduced to a single black and white sentence like that. I suppose the idea that "weird people think differently than normal people" is more of a
feeling to me than anything else, but one I've been feeling for a while.
I used to think the same when it came to nature or nurture. But now I realise, thinking back to my upbringing, both probably played a part as far as most my issues go. From my struggles fitting in to my struggle with anxiety and depression. But then my upbringing was quite dysfunctional.
Well, to me, it's sort of like the chicken and egg type of deal. Which came first? Did one bad ancestor raise their child badly, beginning a causal domino effect down the line of children for hundreds of thousands of years, finally ending up with me? Were there good years and bad years depending on circumstances (so some of my ancestors might have been cool and some horrid)? Or has the genetic temperament, the very lifeblood of my family tree, always been a piece of shit, leading to an infinite number of bad choices, bad parenting, right from the beginning?
Again, I'm simplifying, so I'll stop now.
But hey, apparently, my well-being is a lesser priority. 
Who gives a fuck whether I'm happy or no? Or how I'm constantly made to feel like $h!* for even daring to do what I want. Is that common thing with families that don't get along well? 
Because I'm just fed up with how my family treats me.
