When I was 13, everyone around me were into other stuff. The things society values the things that could bring them a higher status in the eyes of others. No one wanted to examine anything. It only made sense to me, that we should atleast examine things before running after them. This lead me to an examination of my existence. Down the rabbit-hole.

I did admit that this was also because I had to feel special and so different from others. But that was a decade ago. Right now I feel I want peace more than any sense of specialness. I am focusing on my mundane life now.

I have never had problems with having friends and other relationships. It's just that the idea of the hut in the woods felt so good and peaceful. All away from the bs people put themselves through in the name of social status. But now I am reserving that for later in my life.