It's hard being different. What I mean is, it looks hard to be different. There are some people that try to be different, deliberate like, then there are others who are different by default setting. I've had some experience of being very different and of being quite ordinary - I have, and continue to, lick both sides of that butter knife.
In some ways, standing apart from the hordes is rewarding. You get to think cool things like 'I AM an individual' and 'I represent something', 'Look at me, I'm proud of who I am'. Then there's another side, the reaction from others that's characterised as phobic....the fear of anything that doesn't look like their own reflection. The malevolence tends to make you a little more indignant. But then that's the hard bit. The not caring for the phobics opinion. Not caring about the phobics opinion.
I look at the picture above and I see these little thought bubbles. Difference vs Indifference. I think in some way, on some days, we are the couple on the left, agog, amazed at the colour in the world, and somedays we're the difference, in silver.