(hi...first time posting!)
There's a Shel Silverstein poem that has always stuck with me:
She had blue skin, and so did he.
He kept it hid, and so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through.
Then passed right by--
And never knew.
It's a reminder that you just gotta be you. Everyone is weird, and if you want to find people who are your kind of weird, you have to be open about who you are.