They deem you a monstrosity for your otherness, your other-worldliness. Why deny this in order to appease to those of this world? Embrace your monstrous divinity and smite them!
Emil Cioran has a point, don’t take it all so seriously. You’re going to die sooner or later, you may never amount to anything in life, you might even die alone and broken. So just chill out and find something slightly interesting and utilize it until you’re dead.
I’m half way into the first volume of Nymphomaniac and I am viewing one of the most awkward situations in my film history. Holy shit man.