I was maybe twelve years old when I started taking an interest in music. At first, just stuff that I heard on the radio, but rapidly evolving from there. As my tastes refined, they moved further and further away from mainstream. It certainly feels as if I just like what I like, but maybe there is more to it than that.
For some reason, my taste in food comes to mind next. I know appreciation of good food isn't all that unusual, but McDonald's and Budweiser is most premier cuisine in America. In my experience, the masses have downright horrifying taste. Still, just to be sure, I also like my food so spicy that literally no one I know can eat it, other than me.
Don't get me started on people with their jobs and their families - my thoughts on all that are more complicated than aesthetic aversion, and yet regardless, here I am. No job, no family. I can't really relate to any of that. Just another way in which I'm some kind of alien. On the one hand, I want to say that this isn't exactly of my choosing, and yet, it sort of is. I refused to prioritize anything like that, when I had the chance. I had no interest in doing what everyone else was doing.
Then there's politics. I voted for the candidate that only got 1% of the vote. There does seem to be a pattern here. It could be that I feel some sort of need to define myself in contrast with what I perceive to be normal. An aversion to people that allows me to take pride in my isolation.
Or, it could be that social behaviors reinforce interests, establishing herd behavior. Spending so much time alone, I've just sort of gone my own way. Almost any direction is going to be away from mainstream. I seem to do this when it comes to almost everything in life, so maybe it is some of both.
In recent years though, I find my interests in all sorts of things gradually waning, wondering if it's because none of it is being socially reinforced. It all just feels sort of hollow. It's deflating being the only person I know who likes anything I like.. but I also know that my tastes aren't that impossibly obscure.
The problem compounded by leaving my apartment no more than absolutely necessary. Always for as briefly as possible.. which I'm afraid might be because going places and doing things got really discouraging after a while.