Walking through the halls at school, you can see them out there. They are the social pariahs of the hallways, with their nose stuck in a book, or with their headphones in their ears. They are the type of people who rush home after school with nothing to do. They are-in effect- nobodies.
But what exactly causes these lonely outcasts to appear so lonesome? The social structure of our school can have some effect- anyone not participating in a sport or club is an outlier- but anyone can find at least one friend, or meet one acquaintance in the course of a year. The real reason is because these "nobodies", "outliers" and "paraiahs," as I have labeled them, know they are different. They are the extreme introverts that realize the supreme knowledge a good book can bring. They are the self-declared outcasts who relish seeing others steal their lime light. They are the people who thrive in the shadows and back corners of the room, observing, without judgment, the trials and tribulations of extroverted life.
Armed with this knowledge, and choosing to ignore the ignorant extroverts, these "nobodies" realize that being a nobody isn't such a bad thing. If any extrovert who tries to pull them from their sanctuary of self-reliance can't deal with a cold shoulder, it isn't the nobody's fault- everyone else simply doesn't understand. It isn't our fault, as extroverts, that we don't understand. We just don't know what it's like to be a nobody because it's not who we are. It's who they are.
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