I wonder what happened to the moment when I first figured out I wasn't what you would call "normal." There must have been one—a moment where I looked around at the class filled with children and realized I wasn't like them. I was different and "weird." It must have been frightening, or at least depressing, and yet I can't remember it. It must have changed me to my core, and yet I can't recall that moment.
You want to know how weird I am? This entire text is actually based on a monologue from the movie "Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead" which I loved as a teen while no one around me knew what I was talking about. And when I showed it to people, none of them got it. I didn't even have to look up that monologue on the internet, I just knew it by heart. I can't remember what I had for lunch yesterday, but I do know that monologue by heart. So there's that.