This. I can’t deal with regular people. Sounds condescending as hell but almost none of my interests align with theirs. All of my friends abuse/abused drugs one way or the other. They live in untidy, yet comfy homes (I can’t deal with the clean, cookie-cutter hones you usually find). They rarely reach out to stay in touch, yet somehow we still manage to get together every now and then. They all have many interesting hobbies and are more intelligent than most other people. I feel comfy around them.