When I was little literally nobody liked me. I had my OCD tendencies, I never smiled, and I came across as being uninterested in other people. For awhile students, teachers, and other people in positions of influence thought I was anhedonic. I even had to see a specialist to make sure. ¶ Far too many people thought I needed to get better, learn how to fit in, "improve" myself and the way I interacted with other people. They said I would never fit in if I didn't straighten myself out. ¶ As it turns out, all I had to do was not worry about where I fit in and how to fit in, and concentrate on finding somebody who was searching for exactly what I bring to the table. Screw having somebody fix you, or having to fix yourself. If you're happy, then let it be.