From the Flawsophy's Evil Twin edition ...
Normally, I complain a lot but one thing I hardly complain about is that people think I am kind of weird. I am totally cool with the fact that I come off as not a normal guy. By the way, no one comes off as exactly normal. My definition of normal behavior is something like the statistical mean. If you put 10 people in the same situation, they react in 10 different ways and you determine the average of those 10 different responses, that is how you get to “normal” behavior. Looking at it this way, it is almost impossible for anyone to qualify as “normal” because it is impossible to be someone who is an average of everyone around you. (In fact, I would go as far as to recommend that if at all, we come across THE MOST PERFECTLY NORMAL HUMAN BEING - someone of an average height, a mediocre IQ and no political leanings, we ought to grab him, tie him to a pole with a tight rope and display this miracle of nature in a museum or a zoo and pay him a median salary).
So, I don’t bother too much about being slightly off-center or weird. But what does bother me that people around me don’t think I am weird in the same way I think I am weird.
Now, I think I am one of those cool-type of weirdos, someone with an artsy, geeky, pay-attention-to-ridiculous-details type of weirdness, for example, throwing a Star Trek: The Next Generation reference in an arranged marriage setting or pondering if collisions between characters and objects in the Charlie Chaplin movies follow the principle of linear momentum conservation or conjure up a culinary thesis on how brinjal and cauliflower are an under-rated but natural bedfellows for baking and sautéing and so on. But, people instead would see look at me with a lot of sad sympathy as this out-of-touch weirdo, a socially awkward science fiction fan and a tragic nerd character who read so many books since childhood that he can’t seem to enjoy a silly slapstick movie without thinking about physics or stand in the kitchen for 10 minutes without making a theory between 2 vegetables.
You see? Their idea of what makes me weird is completely opposite of my own take on my weirdness and I would like to take an issue with that.