Reading up on some epidemiology. I think I have a disease where the primary symptom is an inability to tolerate most people. I keep watching "Time Enough At Last," realizing I identify more with the protagonist than the message of the episode, and then turning off all the lights and sitting in disgusted silence.
I think I'm tired of being called a "basket-case" because I have a lot of skills. I think I'm really, really tired of that. I thought I'd escaped the idea that I had to resemble a certain type of person in order to normalize with society in 1st year. Every time I have to explain to someone that a librarian knitting in a chemistry class is nothing special, I hate the world a little bit more. Listen, world. I like making things, I like having the ability to change the world around me. I like books, and I like chemistry. I like learning. This is not strange, this is not something to "oh-em-gee" over. If I seem "unique" to you, perhaps it's yourself you should be examining. Perhaps you should just leave me the heck alone and continue on with your life. Because I really hate being forced onto a fucking specimen tray.
I think I'm tired of being called a "basket-case" because I have a lot of skills. I think I'm really, really tired of that. I thought I'd escaped the idea that I had to resemble a certain type of person in order to normalize with society in 1st year. Every time I have to explain to someone that a librarian knitting in a chemistry class is nothing special, I hate the world a little bit more. Listen, world. I like making things, I like having the ability to change the world around me. I like books, and I like chemistry. I like learning. This is not strange, this is not something to "oh-em-gee" over. If I seem "unique" to you, perhaps it's yourself you should be examining. Perhaps you should just leave me the heck alone and continue on with your life. Because I really hate being forced onto a fucking specimen tray.
