I came up with the above quotable gem as a one-liner in a texting conversation. I decided to share it with you because it is hilariously accurate. I care so much about the strangest things, but not at all about the things that are generally supposed to be moving.
- I love printed literature more than most things or people. It doesn’t matter if it is a good book or a bad one–don’t you dare dog-ear, crease, or mark up that book! This has led to a creative system of non-damaging note-taking including pages stuffed with sticky notes, many forms of bookmarks, and correlating lists taken on non-bound pages.
- Daylight Savings disgusts me. I don’t care, I hate it.
- Babies, animals, and other “cutesy” things don’t get me going, but I will “ooh” and “ahh” over office supplies like a wet nurse in a newborn wing.
- A smoothly flowing and perfectly balanced writing utensil is worth more to me than a million dollars.
- Speaking of money–I couldn’t care less about it. It comes and it goes and I don’t pay it very much attention.
- People who I care about have died in real life, and I am not very moved. A fictional character dies in a book or onscreen or a sentimental but well-written commercial comes on the tv or radio and I am bawling my eyes out.
- Academics are extremely important to me, especially engaging in the dialectic. Grades, not so much.
On a near-daily basis friends will watch me, think I am about to freak out about something, and then be thoroughly entertained when I could care less. Or, on the other hand, they will say something completely off-handed and then giggle when my stormy soliloquies begin.
Do you have any “misplaced” passions?