| Actually, reading this thread really struck me. I am the only intellectual in my family (as far as maths/physics/philosophy/computing/politics goes) and the fact is that I cannot stand being in my families house for no more than 2 days. Its not that I dont love my family, its just that I am completely indifferent to all of them. None of them understand me and it makes me sick that they constantly try to read me. My mother has done her best to bring me up happy but fact is she was attempting the impossible. Its only now in my first year at university do I really feel like I mildly fit in to the social scene. Never before have I felt like this. It is the reason I left my house from easter vacation 2 weeks early to return to a set of flats completely empty to do nothing but study. I am very lonely in my hometown and much of the world is indifferent to I. I have come to accept that there are just some people (well actually, I feel like its most people) who I will never relate to and the most comfortable thing to do is just not associate with them. This may not seem morally correct, but I see no other course of action. Anything else is just obligating ones self out of some self righteous moral principle to do that which you wouldnt have done in the first place.
In my previous educational establishment, I actually felt like if you were an intellectual then you were supposed to be quiet - kind of like a trade off if you will. The many people I have met here made me think otherwise. I feel sorry for my little cousin, who is very much like me, simply because he is going to go through the same thing. Hopefully it wont be so bad in a grammar school.
The more painless an exercise, the more likely you are of doing it. The more painful an exercise, the more likely you are of learning from it. |