It wasn't really to "fit in" since nobody saw what I did but me, but after a classmate festooned with band-themed pins gave me this "WTF, are you completely stupid??" look when I admitted I didn't know the names of the New Kids On The Block (Eighties boy band, pretty much the Backstreet Boys of their time), I briefly tried to educate myself so I'd be more "in touch." I bought a bunch of those dumb teen girl mags with the latest boy heartthrobs on the front, stuck NKOTB posters on my walls, learned the members' names, and even picked a "favorite" (the one I found cutest...I didn't really know or care to know about their personal lives).
This phase lasted maybe a few weeks, I honestly can't remember, because it was so insipid and boring I couldn't keep it up, and shortly after returned to my normal nerdy interests of writing stories about talking animals and ancient Egyptian mythology. To this day I still do not understand other people's, especially women's, fascination with/adoration of celebrities. (My mother is enthralled by anything involving the British monarchy, and often laments not being able to watch awards ceremonies because we're watching other programming, and I just do not get it. What is so interesting about Harry and Meghan or endless parades of fancy-dressed actors saying thanks?? Don't get me started on "celebrity" reality shows...thank God none of us got into those. Though that makes finding new programming to watch pretty difficult since like 90% of it is crap reality programming nowadays.
The silly thing is, back then I really liked NKOTB's music. Just didn't give a crap about them as individual celebrities.
Granted, I've always been far more interested in things than in people (biographies...*snore*), so maybe that explains it.
Aside from that, the only type of "fitting in" I think I've ever tried to do is just speaking up/making my presence known...never worked because even the few people who say they're into the same things I am would rather chat about everyday stuff, not our niche interests. And a few times people have been offended by my writing interests (e. g., American Indian mythology, Satanic cults, anthro fiction) without even reading any of it. (Thus the slews of disclaimers I put on everything.) So that was always pretty embarrassing and discouraging. More often than not if I wasn't being made fun of for my communication style I was just completely ignored, so I stopped trying to fit in anywhere. Even here I suspect most of my posts are skipped over because they're wordy/boring and people can't relate.
If I don't reply to you, it's NOTHING PERSONAL. It's my ANXIETY.
(Devetko's boyfriend Stan Brooks & Det. Reichert are horsing around.)
Det. Kristeva: "If it were legal you'd marry me, right?"
Det. Devetko: "Definitely."
(It's legal now!! But Kristeva's already married. ;_; )
"No canoes...no maple sugar...this place is horribly uncivilized."--Manabozho, Escape From Manitou Island