Fnord wrote:
The hardest thing to deal with was realizing that I may have been that Gray Sheep in many circumstances. I mean, how many people enjoy conversations on topics like the origins of deep-mantel diamonds, the forms extra-terrestrial life might take, the proper construction of a high-powered UHF gyrator circuit, or the proportion of raw turmeric to each liter of fermenting wine of a certain specific gravity?
<* sigh *>
I know, I know ... stick to sports, cars, guns, and Star Wars ... as if these subjects were the be-all and do-all of human existence ...
I enjoy hearing people talk about their interests even odd ones. It saves me from having to talk.
I don’t usually talk about my special interests to other people. My brother does and it works out for him. People find it charming. He’s selective about the interests he talks about and to whom, though. Of course, he’s the good one and I’m the black sheep, so they have a higher tolerance for his foibles.
My brother can say something and they’re fine with it. If I say it, it pisses them off, so I don’t say much.
Pfft! Family.
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