It hurts a little when you first find out that you're not like the others. Once you struggle with acceptance of the idea you have to be careful not to jump to any kind of conclusion that you're "better." I think that comes as a defense mechanism.
Maybe we all leave a trail of wreckage and destruction behind us, I don't know. It does seem that the odds of a match are extremely rare for the square pegs in a world of round holes.
Who you callin' square peg?
Who you callin' round hole?
My recent fortune cookies have read: "Stay Home." "Protect your heart." "Be still." "Be quiet. Quieter." "Love hard."
Here's to the good intentions. Here's to the mothers of the square pegs.