The lonely monopole

I'm certain that I am for practical purposes indistinguishable from the strong heterosexual. That is a lonely certainty; it seems I've somehow been robbed of feeling incredibly awkward (and at the same time inexplicably uplifted, giddy, etc.) around half of humankind. It's odd that I should feel that, since I have no experience with very broad horizons (let's face facts: I suck at taking opportunities). Maybe it's a havgover from fashionable liberalism. There's one thing I've determined to move away from: the self-righteous approach to helping humankind while pocketing some indie cred along the way. I've never been all that good at being fashionable, anyway.

I'm currently jumping through hoops in order to volunteer at a cantre where anonymous people with problems call in and we, in essence, just listen. There is no room for self-righteousness there, no room for mouthing off, no room to share amusing ancedotes from work with friends over a beer (we are bound to confidentiality, of course). I'm hoping it does me good.

Consider: "good education is, by its very nature, a subversive activity."