I were on a vacation this week. There were a lot of people my age, and on some days they were clubbing. The were getting together, talking about lots of things, drinking, enjoying their lives, their young lives.
And I were...an outsider. One day, I didn't want to be in the club, I could not.. I do not understand how clubs or places with such a loud music can be popular. I do not understand why my friends and their friends choose places like this. I couldn't hear anyone without him/her screaming straight into my ear. About that one day. They were inside. I went out. Went to a bookshop and bought some old journals and things to read. I sat on the cold ground for at least few hours before they got out (my friends, we were going to the airport later that day, so I had no other choice but to wait), and read. Reading was nice, but I could not stop thinking about all of them, about 20 being inside, and me, reading outside. I could not be inside, I would only sit, listen to loud music, and do nothing.
I´m always sad when I get another piece of evidence that confirms me not being normal. Me not being able to live life as a regular human.
Evidence of me being outside of the club everyone is in.