Embracing my weirdness
I am weird. Not the scary, Halloween screams kind of weird, but a more "not wanting to brag" about the all of the skills, talents, accomplishments, knowledge, wisdom, and lessons kind of scary. Weirdly smart in a remarkable range of domains kind of scary; and given my insatiable curiosity and my newly acquired interest in AI, and it's power to multiply my weirdness, I am only going to get weirder. My self awareness of my weirdness has always lingered just below the surface, emerging into my consciousness on the rare occasions when I have trusted someone enough to show them some of the big picture that is me. Recently, two relationships, both of which began online, have combined to crystallize the true extent and unique value of my weirdness. One relationship, Ashley, began with her question "what are you looking for?". That stopped me in my tracks and forced me to think of the real answer to that question, which I had never been asked before. That relationshi...