Posthuman Blues

Have you ever broached a "weird" subject with a "normal" person and experienced the disorienting feeling that you're talking into a vacuum? That the "listening" party has automatically tuned out?

I'm slowly becoming hip to Timothy Leary's advice, which I read long ago and haven't yet been able to find via Google. Leary's remedy to the "communication with normals" dilemma was elegant and simple: Don't bother trying. Because the effort is doomed from the first syllable and you'll only frustrate yourself. (At least that's what I remember him saying; maybe I'm confabulating.)

In either case, that's my new operative wisdom. I'd rather deal with a certain degree of isolation than risk ostracizing myself. At this point, three decades into my life, I simply don't see how the benefits of ceaselessly trying to make my point understood compensate for the accompanying frustration and sense of inadequacy. Above all, I don't want to risk rendering myself into a caricature -- because, in all likelihood, others will beat me to that anyway.

That ends today's bit of elitist sermonizing. I feel better already.