Everything feels wrong at first for someone as neurotic as me, but I have learned to have patience for the click. The click from uneasy to sure, from stranger to acquaintance, from murkiness to clarity. It's coming, just gotta wait for it.
I look around and think, who are these people? Is this what I am? Am I different? Is that better? Should I drown every part of me that's confused and uncomfortable, and feels that there's more than this? Of course not.