Most outliers know that after a certain point, no one is ever truly going to understand them, and yet the desire to be understood remains perpetual.
You want to have a conversation with someone near you, perhaps with your parents, but they cannot meet you there; they do not have the psychological or metaphysical capacity to contain your existence even as an idea, so it becomes constant projection. You can see through them, and through all of it.
After a point, both parties realise there is a continuous misalignment. The language they speak is fundamentally different from yours, and the divergence exists more at the level of soul than speech.
It is a kind of perpetual loneliness, even when you are surrounded by so many people. Your interiority withers for the sake of one real connection, even if it arrives only through the internet.
It is painful to exist this way, to be different but don't worry, you will be fine.
You want to have a conversation with someone near you, perhaps with your parents, but they cannot meet you there; they do not have the psychological or metaphysical capacity to contain your existence even as an idea, so it becomes constant projection. You can see through them, and through all of it.
After a point, both parties realise there is a continuous misalignment. The language they speak is fundamentally different from yours, and the divergence exists more at the level of soul than speech.
It is a kind of perpetual loneliness, even when you are surrounded by so many people. Your interiority withers for the sake of one real connection, even if it arrives only through the internet.
It is painful to exist this way, to be different but don't worry, you will be fine.
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