Why is My Soul in My Body?

I'm not kidding...really. Why, oh why is my soul stuck in this body? I think this is the same question as what am I meant to do with my life, in a way. For now, I am corporal, earthbound, living in a "meat suit" as they refer to it on the show "Supernatural". I don't feel very connected to this body, other than the fact that I rely on it for the only kind of survival I have known. As I grew up, it seemed wrong to me that when I look at someone, and when they look at me, we don't see something that reflects our souls. I could meet a beautiful person with an ugly soul or an ugly person with a beautiful soul. How many friendships have we missed out on because of ill-matched bodies and souls? What do people see when they look at me? I try my best to see the good inside of them. When there's bad, I often feel pained to take a closer look. It's even worse when I thought I saw good, but realize I was deceived. I would never want to put out that sort of energy. Better to pleasantly surprise them with good than to leave them unsatisfied. Trying to please everyone will always leave you displeased. One man's food is another man's poison. One poisoned soul is another man's food, in some circles. Glad I have no circle, but a circle is something we all want sometimes. Am I out of all circles, having been wrongly judged for my looks or because I refuse to judge? Do I not fit or do I refuse to be a part, possibly for lack of knowing which part I am? Does my soul change?