Your best bet for moving forward, independent of tribal nudges/shoves back to the collective's perceived center, is to simply remind yourself that if we were all meant to be the same, surely there wouldn't need to be so damn many of us.
It's fine to agree with others, and to want to lead others toward a more open path (or off the path, which opens everywhere to you), but conformity for the sake of "fitting in" or being afraid of upsetting the arbitrary status-quo is a wall-yourself-in method that limits your potential function as a human.
Of course, it seems like we all do this, present-blogger included. Walls make us feel secure. So I suppose the better question is "how high does the wall really need to be?" and, to follow, "what view do I have from the top?"
That walled-retreat should be just that - a retreat, not a prison cell. What good is a feeling of security if there's nothing but a tiny room at your disposal? Are walls really a positive force if they're keeping the whole world out?
Esoteric notions. Hypothetical meanderings. Whatever they're called, these questions are expanding within, blasting out of my rather limited intellectual confines. And I'm hanging on, tail-end, bracing for the ride.
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