Try living in a world made for people whose brains have a different directional preference. Try worshiping your god while everyone around you shoves theirs down your throat. Try residing in American suburbia: a splotch of color in a sea of white. White fences, white walls, white people - and you, a speck of dirt: a blemish.

You can pretend it doesn't affect you. You're not so special that you can resist it. No matter how strong-willed and pigheaded you are, it corrodes your self-esteem. Like rain washing away a riverbank, there will be but a memory of your resolve.
Your resolve is dissolved.

To them you are a toxic anomaly. Once you are out of their sight, the world will be right again; but you are all that is left.