Never knew the rules. I always had the wrong clothes, the wrong accent, the wrong religion and very often, the wrong attitude. Mind you, I was fairly sure my parents loved me. It didn't matter to these kids that I was actually funny and smart and kind - or that because of them I was having nightmares every night. I made a good target.
Nobody lives in bliss.
And some of them, including young adults from the worst of circumstances, turned out to be heroes. I saw this even in high school. I learned a few things about joy back then, and a few things about pain. But I wasn't interested in reading about pain. I had enough problems to deal with in my own life.