I never fit in at a normal job and I could ever stand it. It was torture. Maybe I could grin and bear it for a few years at a crack when I was younger, not anymore. I don't care about that either. Being a contractor isn't just a job, it's a lifestyle. It's the last refuge of misfits. But I'm not dangerous, dishonest or drunk so that enhances my marketability relative to my peers.
I never held a job more than two years until I got that union job. And eventually I tried to kill my supervisor. I would always go off on somebody and get fired. I've learned that I'm bipolar and I can do a certain about of self realization and unless something comes up unexpectedly I can realize when I'm about to "go off" and take steps. But if it's unexpected.... It's on!