You are not alone. You are a part of a multitude of free thinkers, purveyors of the eccentric, odd and out of sorts. You are bohemian, you are insufferable, you are difficult, you are creative... and you are meticulous. You my friend, you are a writer. You were born this way. You were observing, criticizing, organizing, partitioning, petitioning, complimenting, hiding for years and no one saw it and you didn't see it. But there you were, writing in some notebook at 2 in the morning laughing to yourself or crying to yourself or just sitting and thinking and wondering: Am I the only one?
Who else is crazy enough to be doing this?
Other people are at home watching television or fiddling around on the computer, but me, I am sitting and writing, and who the hell cares really?
Come and support one another! Come take an interest in what others are creating! They are out there and they want to share with you all their dreams and sorrows. Come fellow writers and assemble. Join us in the cause of original and deplorable thinking. I would hope we would meet at least once a month on some Wednesday evening if it may work out. We would share a few pages and take it from there.