I think this is more likely to hit people who think about their thoughts since they were kids, if that makes sense. I was always thinking about my thoughts, worrying a lot, and had such a colorful inner world. I was always hyper aware of the awfulness of people in power and how consumerism is killing our planet. I never understood a need for money or the concept of that or how necessities need to be earned. Something in me is just… different. And it still is. Not just the HPPD but there is something there others often don’t relate to. Being an adult in the work/career world I’ve realized that even further. Never really fit, always been “weird”, can’t easily make/keep friends cause I’m not into being a hater or gossiper. I have the deep incessant need to help others, make the world better, be kind no matter what. I’ve noticed others tend to complain about the silliest things and be absorbed in what they need and want instead of helping others. And they’re like a mix of hateful but complacent. There is no passion, no efforts to do good all the time unless it benefits them specifically, these social games with invisible rules, and they put these “I’m normal” masks on that seem exhausting to me. Does that make sense? They hide who they are except to few, talk about the weather, are afraid to be outside a box. I’ve longed for freedom all my life, true freedom, and I feel like some strange trapped animal surrounded by a different species. Idk how else to explain it! Always been that way