I come from a long line of eccentric people. People so eccentric that they make Sherlock Holmes look like a party person.
I can be eccentric, and lately I have felt to blame for the stigma I have experienced.
I could not understand the norms of society and made many mistakes.
This became worse when I developed depression. Depression seemed to exacerbate the situation.
This in turn attracted attention. People would laugh at my mistakes, and would point me out.
I feel that I brought a lot of this upon myself, and in a way I did.
I cannot expect society to meet me half-way, though it would be good if it did.
Society wants me to change, to fit in, to learn the norms.
I do try, but I often get it wrong.
I feel like a chameleon, I have changed so many times to escape censure.