I should be glad that I will never have a friend?
I suspect any realisitic view of ourselves, no matter who we are, includes the admission that we are a "Freekenstein" in some way or other, simply because you cannot aggregate "AVERAGE" behaviour and come up with a standard that applies perfectly to any individual.
Honestly, if I could be that individual, I wonder how much more happy I'd be and how many friends I'd have: Who wants a friend thats in that kind of straight jacket? The absolutely predictable, vanilla flavored; the rubber stamp of friends?
It's one of the horrifying things about mass media, and that sort of propaganda that wishes that every Westerner could just drop off the assembly line of life, and land on both feet running toward the ideal of the day: At least one square foot of clean shaven skin, teeth glistening, smile glued on, submissive to all fads, never had an original thought of their own, no weapons in your home... weight between 105 and 120 and under 5 foot 8 inches tall, if you are female; or 150 - 190 lbs and over 5'8 if you are male...
Sheesh. Im sure half the readers are gagging already.
Alchus, people reject what they don't understand. It's fear, and it's THEIR problem. The bridge to their heart is to reach out selflessly, from a heart that is especially prepared to understand and deal with that oppression. I'd say you are WELL qualified, like this man:
... he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him. He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not. Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted... Isaiah 53
