Context: The modern philosopher had told me again and again that I was in the right place , and I had still felt depressed even in acquiescence . But I had heard that I was in the wrong place , and my soul sang for joy , like a bird in spring . The knowledge found out and illuminated forgotten chambers in the dark house of infancy . I knew now why grass had always seemed to me as queer as the green beard of a giant , and why I could feel homesick at home .
Question: Was the person longing to be different ?
Option 0: They wanted to be known as familiar
Option 1: They wanted to be like everyone else
Option 2: They just wanted to be the same
Option 3: None of the above choices .
Answer: 3