How I feel about being a pariah.....

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You ask so sweetly it obliges me to answer.

Do I feel like a pariah in this town?

Nope. 

I know you won't want to believe this - and that doesn't matter to me, really - BUT...

... the ONLY people treating me as such are those with whom I would far rather not have to socialise, anyway. And it is a VERY, VERY small group - those who lack social filters and graces, punch people, belt them about the head with their fists and bottles, have brain waves which fall a little short of the beach and drink themselves into "ugly stupid" - repeatedly and hilariously. 

Do I give a remote rat's arse about this kind of person considering me a pariah?

Not on your nelly. In truth? I am grateful. Social mores require  I try to mingle and play nice with all sorts...and I do make the effort. I really do.

Now? I thank the god of social castes that the "great unwashed" don't want to gravitate in my general direction.

SUCH a relief.

By the way, Absurdia?

Whatever is eating at you - must be suffering horribly.