The truest words were from Nietzsche, when he said that any man who knows too much, he can't fit in anywhere. And that's the curse of awareness. Once you start to delve underneath the surface, that's when you realize the whole world is not so simple. And you start to see people for who they really are—and the games they're playing, and that fake confidence, all the ulterior motives. And you realize this whole society is built on lies. And people, they're sheep. And once you see that, you can't unsee that.
» What hath happened unto me? How have I freed myself from loathing? Who hath rejuvenated
mine eye? How have I flown to the height where no rabble any longer sit at the wells? «
Thus Spoke Zarathustra.mine eye? How have I flown to the height where no rabble any longer sit at the wells? «
And so you try and try to tell people. But they say to you, 'Oh no, no, you're overreacting, you’re crazy.' So, you stop talking. But you're still observing, you're still watching. But you know you don't belong anymore. And it's not because you think you’re too good for anyone. No, no, no. It's because you've seen too much. You're watching everything, and now you know you can’t go back to how things were anymore. An awareness that isolates you. And it's the price of clarity. Because the crowd says, 'move away.' But then, at least, you know who you are.