Ok, first you must understand that I am very used to being in my own head and my own skin. I am used to having my thoughts, feelings, and opinions being at odds with most of the world around me. I acquire friends haphazardly and maintain them wholly for reasons of self-interest.

Or so I thought.

How odd, then, for an outlander like me to realize that I actually like some of the people I hang around with. And I don't mean the ones who know me without knowing me. I mean the ones who know me just a little bit better than everyone else, because they see more of me than most people do. I take a particular interest in people who see things in (IMO) a relatively unique and interesting manner, which gives me reason to be more honest than I normally am and they in turn demonstrate that wonderful ability to not judge me soley based on my worst points. I'm tempted to say that I feel as if they accept me on my terms rather than just on theirs, but I'm not sure if that's accurate. Maybe.

Anyway, thanks. As much as I utterly defy the need for anyone's approval, goddamnit, it is nice to feel wanted sometimes. It's appreciated.