It can be very depressing sometimes, to find yourself in the middle. While I lack the drive of some true "nerds" (yes, I've finally accepted the word), I am generally not very well liked by those in popular circles. I'm concious of both, but part of neither. No one seems rational around me, and it's really too bad, because on one hand I find people that seem completely shallow and overly focused on the little detail that they can grasp, but on the other hand are people that have such wide scopes that they seem almost dense (which is, of course, wrong). The former mocks the latter out of fear and misunderstanding, and the latter refuses to acknowledge a difference between themselves and the former. And I am left alone in a void that can only be filled with half-hearted pretenses and ridiculous efforts to be anyone other than myself. Tolkien remains not a sacrifice, but a statement of my reality.
Iarwain
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