Commentary by the ex-boyfriend

The rich one who finally grew up enough to carry on adult conversations with me - Sam.

He pointed out that if I looked at my family with an outsider's eyes, I could see that I'm not like anyone in my family. Education, career, home, independence, taste in books, music, and movies..... It's probably why I'm never really happy when I'm around them. He also pointed out that I really don't have any kindred spirits to be around. Is there even a single person on this planet who would be able to stand me for more than a few hours???

To paraphrase, I'm definitely weird, but in a good and interesting sort of way, but that's why I'm so unhappy all of the time. Since I'm too unlike everyone else, it really is hard to find anyone to be with. I know he wasn't saying so, but I think that in this case, being "unique" is its own curse.

He also came up with quite an amusing metaphor. Tofu. I'm like tofu - soaking up all of my surroundings. Come to think of it, my surroundings are junk. Which may or may not have something to do with me feeling like trash all the time.