As a writer, an artist, as a THINKER I have all my life felt that people do not understand me. Most people can only relate to me on the most basic level. They talk about American romantic comedies, boys, shopping, they talk about a certain exams for school, dieting and working out, and then they go back to talking about American romantic comedies again, as the persons brain comes to a full circle, along with their life. At this point I have already disappeared into my own fantasy world philosophing about all kinds of things while this person continously talks about things I really do not care about. So this was an example of how the typical brain of my female friends work, but for the guys and how a guy talk to another guy; its really not a whole lot different. Instead of American romantic comedies, they talk about American action movies, instead of talking about boys, they talk about sports. When it comes to how guys talk to me; they brag about their job, how much money they earn and about how much they work out. Sometimes I am left so incredibly bored, that I have to make two straight guys, who both are in love with me, kiss each other, in the hope of ever having a chance with me, a chance I know I will never give them anyways. I desperately want to break their tiny little circle of thoughts and make them discover that something else does exist, it has even happened that I have slapped people in the face just to see their reaction. Lately the only guys who have made me remember them for more than a second, have been the really bad and dangerous type, and Ive had to involve the police in several cases with crazy guys now over the past couple of months, to the point where I feel extremely embarrassed. I havent told my mum about any of these guys either, but the last case got so bad that the police had to involve my mum and that was just tormenting for me, because I know I have been acting so stupid in the whole situation. My friends are worried telling me I have issues, saying I have to see a therapist, but then I laugh because the whole reason why I am depressed is that PEOPLE DO NOT GRASP MY BRAIN AT ALL, they just are not able to wrap their head around a minor fracture of my thoughts, and trust me I have seen a ton of therapists in the past who all have just made me feel so much more like an unrelatable alien that cannot even connect to this world at all, so that would just make me a lot more depressed... Does anyone here have that problem, that because they actively use their brain on a different level than most people care to do, they end up feeling like they are living in an absurd dream of pointlessness? With all the boring topics falling out of peoples mouths, floating around in carefree, cute, naive bubbles, that you just want to break, with a comment which they would never even understand... because there is no hope for them, or is it that there is no hope for me...?