Maybe the best part of knowing that I don't really belong here is that I'm aware that it's me, not them. Outsiders pay a price for the life that they live and the currency is loneliness. Oh, I don't feel sorry for myself. Not at the moment, anyway. Everybody's lonely. Lotsa' folks just don't realize it.
Nobody was ever waiting for me to make something of myself. I am something.
Me and Popeye- we're just like that.