We saw Wild Hogs tonight. I drank a large Cherry Coke, a very unusual choice for me, because I rarely drink pop and caffeinated pop even less. But Cherry Coke used to be my favorite as a teenager. I was feeling a bit nostaglic. Now I’m feeling a bit sleep deprived and yet untired.
There was a scene in the movie where the geek guy starts spouting off some bit of nerdy knowledge. I didn’t intuitively clue into anything socially lacking in it until his friends threaten to kill him. Then I realized that he’d been detailing the effect of dehydration on the cardiovascular system. Makes me wonder how much I’ve irritated or confused people by my random observations. I know I made more friends once I decided to be a quite kind of person. Counter intiuitive unless one is likely to say things like “Interesting how the pattern on your shirt resembles a cosign wave…”
I am sorry you’re not always free to be yourself. Maybe you need smarter friends!
Don’t worry, I do have plenty of opportunity to exercise that particular quirk of mine, and several friends who appreciate it, including my husband.
However, I don’t necessarily need smarter friends. It is a nice trait, but by itself doesn’t make a person compassionate, honest, or any other number of virtues that I consider important qualities in a friend.
Oh, lord. I started discussing the pros and cons of potentially terraforming Mars the other day, including a short discourse on the technical feasibility of the required engineering and astrobiology.
Then I realized the interested head nods had become glazed stares and I quietly excused myself to the bathroom.
I can do that too. In fact in high school all my friends were that way. Now that I am an adult it is harder to find people like that which is why I am glad that there is blogging.
[...] Because of the moving, and the being socially backwards, I didn’t have a lot of friends. For some time, I had tried somewhat unsuccessfully to fit in, somewhere. It didn’t work so well. At the time I had a lot of self esteem issues and the moving around made things difficult. Frankly, I was a bit frustrated trying to figure people out. But I started realizing some things. So during a conversation after lecture I told Smitty that I didn’t care what anyone thought of me. I thought he’d be proud, that I’d removed my self worth from the judgement of others. Then he asked me, “Not even your parents and your teachers?” [...]