No culture

Iโ€™m sure itโ€™s from a combination of many factors, but I donโ€™t seem to be a part of any culture that exists on this planet. Sure, I dwell in some of them โ€“ restively โ€“ but part of them? No, not by any means.

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

I love the outdoors, but donโ€™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 Iโ€™m not really into pixel-peeping and obsessing over hardware. And I donโ€™t really see that as a group activity, anyway.

Iโ€™d consider myself smart and extremely-well read, but donโ€™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 โ€“ despite having read and understood several undergrad college degrees worth of textbooks (yes, I did and do read the actual textbooks โ€“ 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 weโ€™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 donโ€™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 weโ€™re square pegs where there are only round holes.