This Eid i pretended something for a while... pretended to be normal just like everyone else: A normal person with normal tastes, with normal ideas, with normal conversations, with normal regard for social conventions... and i felt accepted, happy; for a time i was able to overcome my detest and irritation for the things around me, and i felt happy. Artificial Happiness. It made me wonder about my whole previous 'real' life, and my Real Misery.
Sorry, if you are looking for any wise conclusions, you wouldn't find any this time. I don't know what all this means.
Its surprising though, how people around you can live around you for so long and yet have no idea what is actually going on in your head.