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As it Turns out, Normal People *are* Boring

ETA: Please note the following before replying: the numerous question marks, indicating uncertainty and introspection; the part about not calling people mundanes; the part where I specifically acknowledge that I am not the arbiter of what is interesting. Thank you.

I just signed into a public PC, and the previous user must have been pretty lax about personal security, because he had taken no measures to sign out of gmail. Of course, I hastily signed him out (and, no, I did not violate his privacy further by clicking on any messages) but not before happening to see something like 80 subject lines, as well as the two or three labels he had for categorizing his mail.

Holy crap, normal people are boring. I really do try to give them the benefit of the doubt. I try never to use the word mundane as a noun anymore, and when I talk to them at work, I try to imagine that the topics they bring up are only that dull because they keep the good stuff to themselves (as I usually do). But... they don't make it easy to defend them. All they seem to care about is sports. Maybe shopping or cars. It's kind of depressing. At least to me.

I wonder if folks who live entirely within the norm don't worry much about privacy because there is nothing in their personal lives anyone could take issue with? It that a blessing for them, maybe?

I will continue to try to assume that, if I were an unethical sort of person who was willing to delve into that fellow's messages, I would have discovered that he really was a fascinating individual. I suppose I am not the arbiter of what is innately interesting. But, really. Jebus.


Jun. 27th, 2008 11:37 pm (UTC)
OK, I'm feeling a little more stable now, so I feel like I can make a half-way coherent reply to this. I have to assume that I hurt your feelings, so please let me apologize.

I am absolutely sure that your friend the gay theater critic, your husband to be, and all of your other "normal" friends aren't the least bit normal by the standards I apply. Like Nikki, I've known plenty people with a pound of piercings and an all-black wardrobe that would bore you to tears, and offend you with their small-mindedness. I don't know how you are defining normal, but my my definition, anyone who works as a porn star, talks late into the night about how to destigmatize hallucination, or likes to spend their lunches enacting impromptu puppet-theater cannot possibly count as normal. And I'm certain that normal people would agree with me.

When I say "not normal" I'm talking about something a little like Robert Anton Wilson's Neophile. I'm talking about people who are more at home in the realm of the possible than the realized. I do not care what they wear, what music they prefer, or even if they enjoy the occasional football game (provided that's not their only interest).

Even though I have a great deal of affection for the term "freak" I avoided it here, because I was hoping to avoid a lot of assumptions about how I was defining that. Guess I failed. The very last thing I wanted to do was put anyone on the defensive.
Jun. 28th, 2008 07:01 am (UTC)
It does touch a nerve with me, but I think I came off sounding a lot pissier than I intended, and I'm sorry for that.
I think I may have been responding more to similar things other people have said, other times, than to what you wrote. And, you're one of the most caring and accepting people I know.



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