When I was a child I’d periodically become wildly enthusiastic about something I had read or some music I’d heard, and I’d run to show my parents.
“Yes dear, that’s nice,” they’d say absent-mindedly, backing out of the room. I soon learned they did not share many of my interests, and I stopped trying to enlist theirs, sticking instead to enthusiasms we did share (theater, dance).
Yes, I was an odd child; no doubt about that.
As I grew up, little changed except my audience. I learned to be more discreet; I no longer read aloud to relatives or friends. But every now and then I’d get carried away by something. I remember once, at a small dinner party at a friend’s house, some topic came up about the arts or philosophy or dance or history or something that piqued my interest, and I started talking animatedly about it. When I had finished and came up for air, I noticed a slightly glazed look on the faces of the people around the table. Oops!
Later that night I was discussing it with my then-husband, who said (not unkindly) that although I was not boring, people just didn’t usually want to have deep discussions about stuff like that, they wanted to “keep it light” (no, I was not discussing German philosophy, or death, or anything of that sort).
Much later, I found myself living in a different city, one that had a reputation for being chic and sophisticated and quite urbane. Surely here I’d find a larger group of like-minded people who wanted to talk about the deeper issues. I did have a couple over for dinner once who seemed simpatico in that way, and they were. We talked and talked and talked. They had lived in that city for their entire lives and were very sociable and knew tons of people, so I told them of my dream to get a bunch of interested people together regularly for some scintillating conversation, a sort of salon. Their reply? Fahgetaboutit. There were hardly any people around who’d be interested in that sort of thing.
And so it rested, until I found blogs. The moment I read my very first one I realized I was onto something. Not all blogs, of course; maybe not even most of them. But here, here were my peeps! Here were a bunch of weirdos (sorry folks; I include myself) who liked to jaw-jaw at length about the very sorts of topics I had long been yearning to talk about. What fun!
And so it has continued, most of the time.