No diss, but I'm so weird that I even feel weird by Hexbear standards, and that is an accomplishment.
I can't relate to a lot of people. I have no interest in cisheteronormativity and gender roles, and that alone will distance me from most people. However, even other people I encounter who may feel the same way in that regard generally tend to be too damn 
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I have no interest in drinking or consuming any drugs, and I'm uncomfortable with the subcultures around drugs. My taste in music is odd and hard for a good deal of people to relate to, but that's one of the lesser of the problems with my weirdness, as there are plenty of fans of various prog metal bands, both obscure and mainstream, to vibe with. It goes hand-in-hand with my internalized racism in a way, as my taste in metal music always got other people, both black and white, to call me an "Oreo."
Don't even get me started on the neurodivergence, alongside how my mind perceives so many subjects differently than a lot of other people do. That makes me feel broken.
I hate talking about "weirdness" like this, especially on the internet, because there is a toxic tendency online to assume that anyone who talks about their own weirdness is trying to come off in a "look at me, I'm so quirky!" kind of way that Redditors love to shit on, but I am actually addressing this for the opposite reason.
Anything that has made me stand out from other people has made me hate myself a lot. I wish I could be a normie sometimes, but also... normies are the kind of people who think it's okay to vote for war criminals, so maybe not?
I should get to a point where I don't see any of my "weird" traits as bad because that goes hand-in-hand with my internalized bigotry. The more I accept "out of the norm" as meaning bad, the more I'll continue to question if I even deserve life simply because of my race, gender identity, sexual orientation, and neurodivergence.
I'd like to think that I'm not weird, but I think the fact that I continue going on social media and seeing things that literally millions of people relate to, but my identity and my interests make it seem like I'm completely unable to even slightly understand these things makes it hard to believe that I'm not weird.
What is "weird," anyway? That word has different connotations, honestly.
I'm kind of rambling a bit, but to sum things up, I genuinely don't know if I'm "good" or "bad" or "neutral" for being so weird.
I didn't feel comfortable when the Democratic Party of the US started using "weird" as an insult against
and his cult. Weird is not bad; weird is cool and good and I myself have always identified with weird from the moment I understood what the word meant.
I can relate. Kids used to ask if I was on drugs back in my public school days, and I eventually started telling them I was "naturally high" and that somehow scored social points so I kept doing that. I have chafed at times with the "this particular drug can and will cure everything that ails you" subculture on Hexbear, seeing it like off-brand Joe Roganism myself. Drugs can help some people but dogmatically saying that the human brain just needs sufficient amounts of a specific happiness juice is vulgar materialism that devalues individual differences to me.
This is very relatable to me, too. I find nearly all vocals in music to be distracting in a way that may well be neuro-spiciness on my part and prefer instrumental (or synthetic, specifically) without distracting repetitive vocalizations, unless it's some arbitrary exemption that I find hard to define.
I myself can visibly pass for "white-ish" and that's had people make some very abrasive presumptions about what I like and what I believe; it's amazing how many times out and out cracker racists thought I was good company to share their hatred with, and I had to sometimes keep my disgust to myself because they were people I had to work with... or bosses.
That's painfully relatable to me, too. Often, if I feel very strongly about something, I get outright told that I must be broken/ill because of my opinion or because I hold that opinion strongly. It takes emotional energy to stand up for myself when that happens.
I don't know if this is also the case for you, but what helped me was to realize, accept, and remember that the people telling me I was "weird" as a bad thing were by and large hateful, bullying assholes that were like plague carriers of misery to people around them, where hurting others was the point. If that's "normal," fuck normal.
If it helps at all, I like your posts and I think you're "good" weird, comrade.