most people just aren’t interested in who i am or what i do. in general it’s true, but there are a few things that draw their attention. and of course there are rare individuals who pretend to be interested. i guess the problem is that i’ve been an outlier for so long that i just don’t care about other people’s petty lives. the generic face of the world is … well … rather disgusting. another problem is that i have a hard time expressing what i’m thinking because of the imprecision of language, language contexts and knowledge domains (of other people, obviously). the things i’m interested in seem to be statistically unpopular. what can i say? i like it this way. but don’t confuse this with weakness. your greatest failing is that you will ignore me and let me slip beneath the radar. by the time i’ve assumed control, your weaknesses will be completely insurmountable compared to my strengths. one of you is the rabbit. the other one of you is the hare. but i … i am the wolf.