I have a condition; I do not belong. I walk down this hallway every day on the way to class. Every day within inches of hundreds of people, so close to them I can often hear their breathing. Yet I could not be father away from them. I encounter dozens of people with intricate lives and problems that I am certain would be of endless interest to me. They intrigue me these people with their connections. Some days I just want to reach out into the world and pluck their interactions away for myself. To make myself a part of this tapestry of humanity that thrusts people together in a way that they mesh.
But I cannot.
IIN?
But I cannot.
IIN?
I wonder if others hear you breathing when you walk down the hallway? I bet they wish they were like you.
In other words, normal.
It's normal that you feel that way. Quite a few of us humans do.
I think you may have undiagnosed "Rapey Rapey"