i don't belong here

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Have you ever been so perplexed by the world around you that you begin to imagine the stork took a wrong turn and delivered you to the wrong parents/time/universe? I find the world utterly bewildering. No, this is incorrect. I 'get' the world. It's natural, fluid, uncontrollable and bizarrely beautiful. It's wild, untameable, unfathomable and secretive. It knows what it knows, and it's happy to share this, despite our own views on it. It's people I find utterly bewildering. Sometimes. There is the possibility that when I was nothing but a few cells, as yet unknown, floating along the tunnel of my Mumsy's fallopian tube, there was a slight mix up. Maybe God, or the gods, or the experimental scientist, or the aliens, or whoever, nature, whatever, was dishing out the characteristics and qualities that would form the basis of Me, they gave me too much compassion. I received too much niceness and too much see the good in everybody. I swim against the tide on many issues. Other people become enraged, whilst I see mental illness or loss of hope or a failed support system. Other people spout vitriolic wordage about things of which they know little; it's somewhat necessary that they join in with the campaign to belittle and maliciously misinform, to agree just to fit in. 'Off with their heads!' they scream, as I sit back and wonder why people are so quick to jump on the bandwagon, to judge other people based on fifth, sixth, seventh hand knowledge. This isn't to say that I'm never gossipy or not-nice. Of course I am, and anyone who suggests they're not is a big fat fibber. But I refuse to kowtow to other people. I'm not going to say one thing when I feel and think another. I won't let other people twist my words to suit their own agenda. {this is just a feeble rant, which sounded better when in my head.}