I have nothing against normal people, but they cannot stand me, and it's bewildering how consistent they are in that tendency. I'm curious to meet new people (of any kind), learn about them, and look for understanding, but when you lose people at "hello", there's really nowhere to go from there. Then, if you make it past "hello", good luck making it to a second lunch or coffee.
I spent time with a wonderful girl who had massive damage to her motor and sensory stuff on one side due to a brain surgery when she was very young. She was very funny, very clever, and we got along great. I discovered a wonderful and new kind of intimacy knowing what her life was like, and I felt so much compassion and love for her, and such a strong desire to prop her up and take care of her.
So, after that, I asked myself why I'm denying who I am, and there's surely a fascinating tapestry of other wonderful people who have strange deficits which would be joyful to support, and which are easy to relate to because there's likewise stuff about me that's inexplicably odd.