Not good with, for, or by the people

I had an epiphany.

I am not good with people. I should be locked in a room only allowed to have books, and in true medieval style, someone should shove me food through a hole in the wall. I do, however, require modern plumbing.

So, I've figured out that I am not mildly intellectual, but I am so aggressively intellectual that I am not good with people. I am that person who other people look and and think "wow, she's really weird, and kinda strange." I'm okay with this, but I'm still human. I like the occasional contact with humans, and unfortunately I have not given up on the idea of meeting someone just as off-kilter as I am to share my life with.

Part of my life. No one will ever get it all. While at times I am social and out-going, much more I am the recluse and anti-social maniac in their room writing. So, as a result, I'm a disaster at inter-personal relationships, taking hints, and knowing when to shut up. I do things out of character, and appear to be fucking crazy most of the time.

So I did this facebook quiz... I know kinda lame. "Are you a playah or a lovah." Turns out I sit on the fence. Sounds a lot like me. I would also admit to being willing to jump to either side as long as I can get back on as soon as I want.

So, after a string of strange experiences, and the odd realization that it doesn't matter what you say when you're an intellectual, you can get away with it. I have decided that I should come with a roll of masking tape. Masking tape and condoms. The masking tape is for my mouth.