I'm surrounded by misfits. Communication artists embodied by introverts and/or people with a heightened sense of self. All of 'em motivated by their own noble sense of purpose. Guilty as charged. And, even though some of them can be obnoxious and polarizing, I often view them as wounded warriors. I'm hyper aware of how many people deem them creepy and/or abominable, but my empathy for the bold and the challenging, probably says a lot more about my toxic relationship with my father than anything else. Ergo, my sadomasochistic ability to trade with conflict. An endurance test of self-destructive tolerance? Perhaps. But, it's something I'm working to eradicate from my system.