Conform: Even when YOu're Right, YOu're Wrong

I've unfortunately  found that, when I've hung out with old friends, the more you deviate from their "norm", or "normalcy" the more wrong you are, about pretty much everything. and not even the more "unique" shit that i do which i admit. e.g. when i would read end credits in films, enjoy fall foliage, astronomy, all activities I've done for years, was ridiculed for, the same people that would criticise me would do the same and enjoy it, and NEVER give me credit. hopefully after all these big birthdays are over (ones that end in 0s) i can leave them forever.

one time i went of one of their little get togethers. they told me i didn't have to bring anything. so i got a little creative (blasphemy!) and brought grape and creme soda. later on they almost had an intervention telling me how wrong i was. led by, surprise, the biggest fool of them all.

a friend of mine brought his little woman along to another party,same place. he told me, more than once, her name. somehow everyone else knew she went by some nickname. i called her by her name. i was wrong. everybody laughed. i was right, but was completely wrong.

also, most of us go by shortened names: Jonathan--Jon, Christine--Chris, Sally--Sal. but i have to call my friend's fiance now by her FULL GIVEN NAME. like she's Jehovah (of course, my friend, her and her family think that they all are any way, like most couples that get a house, married, kids etc).  even though she doesn't seem bothered by the short one, like everyone in the world. and im in the wedding party--looking forward to that. 

we're not kids by the way we're grown men. making enormous mountains out of molehills. leave me the fuck alone. why does this bullshit happen? familiarity breeds that much contempt?