I was going to say this in the other thread but bear in mind that as you move through life and the world you will begin to expand your social circle to include other, more inspiring, more outlying people who are increasingly weird until eventually you reach a level of weirdness in those who surround you which is reassuringly akin to your own. This is something Timothy Leary used to cajole people to do after they had turned on, tuned in and dropped out. Find the others.

The most frustrating thing about one's family, and particularly one's parents (apart from the old adage about not being able to choose them) is that they are the landscape of flesh and psychic architecture that makes us what we are, both the attractive and repulsive, and thus infinitely more infuriating for our inability to escape them.

We're as weird as the hundreds of friends we haven't made yet. They're really cool, interesting, loving and supportive people and they're out there. Most of them are going through exactly the same process of self-selection as you and it's turning them into more profound people.

And, of course, everything KB said too.