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04/11/10(Sun)08:53:07 No. 215719XXX >>215714354 I am definitely weird,
but my young life was not that bad. I was blissfully ignorant of most
problems in the world for most of my life. My parents get along
famously, and so there was no stress at home. My older brother and
sister were great to me, even when I was being annoying. I had an
average amount of friends, I was certainly not mr.popular, but I wasn't
the outcast. I made it to middle school more or less without incident.
In middle school I started realizing I was different from the other
guys, and that's when I started to drift away from my old friends.
Luckily for me, I went to a high school for the outcasts, the nerds, the
artistic eccentrics, and many naturally gifted people. I found that I
was quite good at math, and I quickly accelerated to the highest classes
in that area. My school was full of awesome, intelligent teachers and
peers who I understood me and who I could talk to, often times I could
find peers who were much smarter than I was and who would give me new
perspective. Alas, even in this environment rich with encouragement and
knowledge, I still became stranger than many of the people around me. I
don't know when I started thinking about the world the way I do now, but
I believe that is why I am the way I am. What I am referring to is my
constant objective view, my analytical way of thinking of things. I feel
that at some point I just stopped feeling strong emotions. Yes, I still
feel them, but they take a back seat to my critical thinking. I feel
anger, and happiness, and sadness, but a large part of me just looks at
them and sees cause, and effect, and nothing else. Even though this in
itself should make me feel unhappy, or perhaps cheated out of parts of
my humanity, those too are emotions, and I just can't seem to feel them
with any real passion.