Those damned peculiar smart people
In an attempt to avoid splashing the Internet with the grimy details of this author’s life while attempting to, at the same time, offer an introduction to you fellow elite humans, I have struck a compromise and will sum up my thinking about the oddball class we are participants in, in the hopes that a summary like this will introduce me. Incidentally, my musings about the oddball class we are part of so deeply constitute the essence of myself that I’ll probably end up failing in my original endeavor by splashing the Internet with the grimy details of my life. But hell, like they say, if you’re going to go down, better to do it in the company of your own. Hello, my own.
I have spent a large majority of my young adult life feeling (and acting) a bit odd: going ahead and joining my friends for a beer at the local bar or to watch the football game, while afterwards sneaking home to sit by the fire with a good book while listening to Chopin’s Sonata Pour Piano et Cello. Who does that?
Mainly, it has seemed to me, people who are members of a sometimes lonely rank—not part of the rank and file, people who after all find something lacking in hip-hop, people in whom it turns out there embers a passion for reading good books, people who can see something a little less meaningful in spending time watching the tube versus the same time enduring—heaven forbid—some personal reflection, and, so it has seemed to me, rather recently after reading much of this forum, people who come and contribute to this forum.
Hello you damned peculiar friends of mine.
My name is Dereck, and I am a continuing student of Philosophy, continuing (or attempting rather to begin to continue) after I started a family with my lovely wife. I’ve spent years looking for some cluster of smart people in the world and found none until I found you. It would seem that looking for a “cluster” was my mistake. I’m quite glad that the Internet has enabled us to come together. You, oddballs, peculiar types, and siblings of a sort. Men and women not willing to let those passions within us all which drive us continually to “something easier” but instead feed a different fire that propels us to something always more challenging. Or, more simply put, those who skip the game and grab a book.
Nice to meet you all.
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