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-Bulletin quote: "1805 Washington Avenue, Golden, CO, 80401"-

I did remember a dream in detail this past week (amazing!). However, it really doesn't make sense. I was I suppose in some sort of "meatspace" game that involved a lot of blue and yellow makeup (which is in itself interesting since the dominant color in my dreams is generally a sandy red). When I asked the vendor -- wisely, AFTER putting blue stuff all over my cuticles -- if it was machine/water washable, she said that the version of the game I was playing didn't have that feature yet! Indeed!

I have had a very unusual life story, I suppose. The long and short of it that you need to know to understand this blog post is as follows:

1) When I was young, I chose to be antisocial. This was probably mostly because I saw all those kid's TV shows where the social kid is portrayed as obsessed with fitting in and is NEVER the brain. I decided I didn't want to give up intelligence for "friends", and stayed in close contact with only a couple.

2) As I got older, I still avoided "friends" to a large extent, but more and more simply because I couldn't relate to them at all. Since I had already thrown fitting in into the wind, I had no interests in what they were interested in. What I was interested in, no one else was, and because my interests were intellectual, it sounded like bragging or was just plain "boring school stuff" when I spoke of them.

3) At this age, I've finally found a mother lode of people who I can relate to, who I can talk to about math and science without feeling like everything I say goes whoosh as it passes over their heads.

So now you know. Onto the post then.

Finding people I could talk to was amazing at first. I couldn't believe so many existed. I was now ready to integrate fully into the social network -- this network was worth it. But then some issues arose. First, there is the small matter that most people are somewhat late sleepers and risers, whereas I am not. Well and good, I've adjusted fairly well to a bit less sleep. Then comes the second problem. Most of these people grew up in much... how shall I say it... nerdier circles than I. Which means that they did not instantly equate sociability with selling out, which means they have many of the interests of the common man. Such as movies. Now, movies, I must admit, have some value, more than I attributed to them, certainly. But still, there is a general trend among movies to include slightly more language and suggestive situations than the average (good-quality) book. Which makes me wonder if perhaps I'm selling out, in some small way, after all.

Finally, there is the matter of the nerd-killers. These are people that I and my fellow-nerds know and spend time with who are wonderful people, but who often put the ixnay on geeking out. The worst thing is that they are intelligent, hardworking people too... they just don't have the joy for learning and discovering that the rest of us have. So as long as they do not need to hold onto the information, they do not want to hear about it. And that makes me sad, because I have waited so long to find a group of people that I could always talk to about this sort of thing, only to find that sometimes we just can't.

Reality check. I still wonder... why blue and yellow this time?