I don't know if this makes me an anomaly, but I resonate with the people others don't accept. I don't trust the notion that people who are alone or prefer solitude are problematic. As I have wandered through life and spoken to those on the outside, I have observed these particular people others look down upon have hearts of gold but simply don't tolerate bullshit and insincere energy. They don't have a fake bone in their body. They keep to themselves because they were once people who gave it their all and fought until there was nothing left. They know their worth, and they don't tolerate anything less than they deserve. People claim they love honesty until you speak your mind and become the villain in their eyes. People say they respect boundaries until you exercise yours. My favorite kind of souls are the ones the majority don't understand. And yet somehow, we always end up understanding each other. Every damn time.