Bunch of weirdos

Sigh, I think I came up with a great explanation of what Chicago has taught me thus far. I can now talk about anything in any context, sounding as if I possess a great deal of authority. In other words, I am on my way to becoming either an academic, or a spectacular bore.

I must say that I have never quite met as many self-important and utterly uninteresting people as I have in my two years of college education thus far. Occasionally some of these people are interesting, but seriously, not everyone is all that great. This isn't a movie, where the geeks are invariably really great people. Sometimes geeks are just geeks, and there is a clear reason they aren't altogether popular with people.

I know, I know, I'm a bit of a geek too. And I know I can be boring at times. The thing is, I know it. Not many people have interests similar to me. I'm not a terribly sweet guy. I'm not funny and charming. I will not suddenly become the hunk on campus when I take off my glasses and sweep my hair back. I'm not incredibly fascinating and engaging. I'm not a fantastic person waiting to be discovered. I know it. And I'm not trying to change it. I don't deny it. The truth is the truth. I am not the sort of person whom you just have to get to know in order to like. In fact, you would do better to simply be an acquaintance of mine, than a close friend. Don't get too close, or you'll find me horrible company. I can discourse on practically anything. You don't want to know what I really think about things. It's terribly depressing and convoluted. What I am is cynical and disinterested. Not the classic movie geek. I think I'm more along the lines of Emperor Palpatine. The more you see of him, the less you like him.

The problem with so many people is that they can't admit to themselves that they're not great people. Friendships aren't always harmonious, conversations are not always pleasant, hanging out is not always enjoyable. I recognise the awkwardness and discomfort inherent in so many situations and interactions, and I happily lay the blame at the doorstep of the people involved. Differences exist between people, and it is ridiculous to simply insist that everybody is equal, and entitled to be different, but people aren't really all that different deep down inside. If that were true, then the entire world would be a mess, since everyone is the same as me. Come on, I'm an odd sort. I know it. Every person is different, and I would hope that they are. You are not the same as me, and thus, you are not my equal. I know not if I am superior, for I have no means of measurement. Still, we are not the same. Even if you are similar to me, you can never be the same as me, for my experiences in this universe are absolutely unique in their particularity.

Shall we all just admit that we're weird? Seems to be easier on everyone. So go away and leave me alone, you bunch of weirdos.