I did not understand how it happened, not at first

I was reading Nietzsche's "Beyond Good and Evil" in Bon Cafe. Classic cappuccino and a couple of cookies. The fleya, as North Germans call it, was perfect. I was all alone as usual. As usual. I had that lifestyle since I was 15. I would not say I was abandoned, I was not able to fit in. I did not want to fit in.

The change was gradual, though. Socrates was the first blow. I began to question everything, be it our traditions, the way we live, the meaning of existence, and even religion. Soon, philosophy got into me. I liked the process of thinking. My values and beliefs were different from those of my community, even my family.

Being a weirdo, I have been living my life, not the one already drawn up for me by others, but the one that was truly mine. I chose the red pill.

Still, one must engage with a society, as it is human. The thing is not to let it influence you, your choices, and mind. One needs to have his own story not to regret that it was typical to others' at the end.

What does it even mean to be truly oneself in a world that constantly demands conformity?
Is the search for difference a search for meaning?

Sipping my coffee in inner solitude and outer company, I drifted back into the pages.