There is a place for someone like you in this world. Someone like you with your quirks, your passions, your likes and dislikes, the things you have time for, and the things you don’t have time for.
The way your voice sounds, the way you hold your head, the way you kink unintentionally, through no fault of your own, through no desire of yours.
The way your nose crinkles, the way you hold your scissors. The way your eye leans, the way you hold your papers. Through no fault of your own, and through no intention of yours.
And after you’ve struggled with yourself, the universe is content with just the way you are. Somewhere, someday, there’ll be someone out there to tell you, man, you just be fine.
Sure, they may not always be good. And with time, you’ll know if change is called for. But you don’t have to hide the little things, don’t have to hide the little quirks.
The sum of man, after all, is made up of them.