Different people.

I'm reading this book titled You Remind Me Of Me.

There's a character Jonah. Well, he's 23 now, or so, and he's still desperately trying to figure his life out, wandering around aimlessly, lost. He had a dysfunctional single mom and horrendously low self-esteem, especially due to being mauled to death [and later revived in hospital] by his own dog when he was aged 6.

At 23, Jonah just is so pathetic. Truthfully, I hate reading about him. He's so darn weak and so mindless. He finally traced down his half-elder brother who his mom had given up for adoption, but yet, Jonah has a strange knack for making up events in his life to make it just sound interesting and complete. He created imaginery relatives too.

Just like Jonah, needless to say, there are all these strange people in the world. I mean, some aren't as unacceptably weird but some have a knack for doing and saying things we just won't and never can figure out why. We're all different I guess, just too darn different.

And sometimes, of course, some just aren't palatable enough for us, you know?