Great story, Mike!!!!
Long ago I read a book called "On the Road" by Jack Kerouac. Great book about young men who travelled the country and then the world looking for adventure back in 1940s. They saw the way their other friends took, of settling down, 9 to 5, kids, boring desk jobs, as all part of a competitve rat race. Everyone was competing for the prettiest woman, the biggest car and house, the most status symbols. The level of competition for what seemed like questionable goals of material possessions made them feel like they were already beat before they started. They decide they were "beat", and would drop out of the race, drink wine, **** loose women, sit around beating bongo drums, reading their poems, singing songs, enjoying the good company of their friends, and, generally, live life to the fullest without worrying about the consequences or the fact that they weren't going to fit in. They called themselves the "beats", from which came the words beatnik, deadbeat, and "beat generation." Too bad they never got as far as LOS!!
After I read that, I decided that I, too, was beat. Like you, Mikey,I felt that I never fit in in the first place. Sometimes, when I was making a lot of money, very successful, had the car, the huge house, the pretty wife, I thought "**** being beat. I can win this rat race" But I never found happiness in that stressed-out world, and always came back to the beat philosophy. When I discovered LOS, everything seemed to make sense to me again.
There are all kinds that go to LOS, but I think among them are many like us, the ones who felt they never fitted in the first place. Maybe next time I'll bring a bongo drum with me!