You feel and see much more than an average person.

You see not only the seven colors of the rainbows but the colors in between them. Nothing’s simple, and there is a depth in every experience – achingly beautiful scenery, overwhelming anguish, meaninglessness, and loneliness… you see it in every color and shape… it’s impossible to ignore. But you must, so you’re not seen as a weirdo.

But you cannot bullshit through life…

Everyone seems to be cruising along, but you can see straight thru the fluff – the impermanence of life, the wild goose chase. Figuring out the purpose and meaning of life is something very dear. It hurts to see so much pain and suffering people inflict on one another and done to the Earth. But not many seem to care. It’s puzzling and disturbing, but in a way, you wish it was that easy for you, too. It would be so much easier to fit in.

You crave belonging

And care deeply about what others think of you… making sure you’re not out of line. You’ve been told you’re too much, too sensitive, yet also been described as insensitive and oblivious. It’s such an uphill battle to be accepted! You spend so much energy to be “normal” like everyone else… it’s exhausting.