I’m sure it’s from a combination of many factors, but I don’t seem to be a part of any culture that exists on this planet. Sure, I dwell in some of them – restively – but part of them? No, not by any means.

I play with computers, but I’m not a true geek really – I don’t fit the misogynist, dismissive-of-women mold that is almost demanded in that culture. And I actually like physical activity and don’t obsess over computer games to the exclusion of all else.

I love the outdoors, but don’t really fit into any of the hiking/trail-obsessive communities out there.

Photography is something I greatly enjoy and that I am even good at, but I’m not really into pixel-peeping and obsessing over hardware. And I don’t really see that as a group activity, anyway.

I’d consider myself smart and extremely-well read, but don’t really fit into that class as once most people figure out I have no college degree (nor any desire for one), I am excluded from that group even if I wanted to be part of it – despite having read and understood several undergrad college degrees worth of textbooks (yes, I did and do read the actual textbooks – reading two currently).

I could go on. For a long, long time.

This post came out of a discussion that Rose and I had about how difficult we find it to make friends, as we’re very evidence based and have low tolerance for people full of bad information that is divorced from science (which is most people).

And that we don’t really fit into any recognizable group as easily as other people do.

Not that I think we are paragons of reason, unassailable nonpareils of logic and intellectual ascendance.

No.

But I do know we’re square pegs where there are only round holes.