I don’t think of myself as an outcast at all - but I am regularly impressed by the number of ways I seem to be uninterested in much of what interests a great many of my fellow Americans. I’m not big on consumer goods, not interested in phones/computers except as tools, not interested in watching sports or superhero movies, … I hate crowds, and the idea of making small talk at a large party is essentially my idea of hell. Plus, I’m pretty much disdainful of organized religion or any belief in the supernatural.
But I just got back from my regular Sunday golf date with a group of 10-15 guys, some of whom I’ve played with for 30 years. Every Saturday I play music for 3-4 hours with a group I’ve known for 10-12 years. Every week I practice one day with an acoustic trio and another with a classical ensemble. And I regularly bike with my sister and see the one of my kids who lives locally and her kids. So I certainly get all of the social interaction I wish. But I’m perfectly happy to stay home with my wife, maybe do a little gardening, or just read a good book.
Rather than being an outcast, perhaps it is I who is doing the casting out, as I tend to be somewhat of an intellectual snob. Not saying I need to be discussing “important” things all the time - but I have little interest in people who are incurious, or who favor belief over facts/evidence/logic.