been thinking about this since I read it this afternoon.
It's Bill Hicks all over again. "Nobody shares my fucking beliefs, man."
All the things I self-identify as are so obscure and marginalized...atheist, libertarian, objectivist, anarcho-capitalist...and it extends further into my life with the music I dig, the authors I enjoy, the maladies I suffer.
Not so difficult to understand why I've found it so difficult to make connections with other human beings. And when I have, it's nearly always been when I've met people in their comfort zone.
