momtanic wrote:
When your child starts every sentence with either:
"Actually" , "Did you know" or "By the way"
...When your nickname for the first four years of school was 'Actually' because you used the word so often.
When your favorite method of starting a conversation with someone was to show them a book you found interesting.
When you used to get away from the pseuds at art college by sneaking off to the library and spending hours poring over
Gray's Anatomy. Which is still one of your favorite books.
When you can look at a random picture of Kurt Cobain onstage and, quite often, identify the year, the month, the location of the gig, and sometimes the song.
When you work in a medical job and have occasionally killed time when there wasn't much happening by reading a medical dictionary and trying to classify all the different kinds of cyst.
When you have precisely two friends from school, one of whom you haven't seen in years because she sent your Email about your Neil Gaiman obsession all around her office, the other because she had a baby and you're scared she might have turned....
normal.
When you re-read
Sandman and realize just how often you use expressions like 'I think I must call him Mr. Shouty' and 'She's making little
frogs' and 'Families...They rock
and they suck' in routine everyday conversation.
When your husband takes you to see
Revenge of the Sith and all you can think is with all that advanced technology, how come they didn't know till the last minute that Princess Amidala was having twins?
When you routinely 'can't put the name to the face' of anyone beyond a first-degree relative and of people who work in the next office over.
When you're learning an almost obsolete Native American language for which the nearest available textbooks are sold about 7,000 miles away, just because you want to.
When you know more about the history of Seattle than most of the people who live there.
When you refused to eat lunch for about five years of school because you didn't like the textures of most of the foods.
When you would happily consider paying upwards of £50 for a special edition graphic novel, but would balk at spending the same on a pair of shoes.
When the idea of inviting anyone round scares you (a: the place is a tip, and b: there's enough evidence of your special interests lying around to make people go 'Yeah, er, right...')
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