There's Nothing Wrong With Me That A Little Conformity Wouldn't Cure

Okay, so I've got health problems coming out my ass (quite literally, in some instances), but let's set those aside for the moment, and talk about that little box called "normal" that people are always trying to cram me into.
( Let the naval-gazing commence! )

So, I say it's okay. It is okay for me to be anti-social. It is okay for me to retreat to my apartment, to fantasy worlds because I find comfort there (and that's okay too). It doesn't mean there's something wrong with me, it just means I'm different, and that is also okay.

I do not fit into the box the world has made for me, and I will not cram myself into it just to make other people happy. Because maybe they should spend less time worrying about whether or not I have a "healthy" social life, and more time worrying about whether or not they're happy with their own (or, if they care about me, then whether or not I am happy with my own) and supposed healthiness be damned.