I do sometimes wonder whether I'm just really shallow. I don't worry about it, but I do sometimes wonder. My interests, while far-reaching in scope, are fairly close to home in execution. I have no interest in politics or great literature or international policy. I'm not unintelligent, although, since I only went to college for two years, I would probably be considered uneducated.

The books that I read and the movies that I choose to see are chosen for their entertainment value to me personally, not for their moral lessons or their popularity in the world at large . . . I don't know. I do find it interesting to think about. I know that kitties and candles and mystery books and what I had for dinner aren't of much interest or importance in the world at large, but those are the kinds of things I enjoy reading about when other people write them, and I do write to please myself as well, so I go on.

On another note, this has bothered me ever since I read it:

I hope nobody takes this the wrong way, but mundanes are just weird. I mean, not all of them; and I'm sure most of them are very nice people; but I will never in my life worry about whether my bath towels match. Holiday-theme door pillows, and chair-leg protectors that look like little cows, are like sex toys for a specialized perversion engaged in by individuals belonging to the third of five genders of an alien species resident on some distant planet.

Now, I don't have chair leg protectors, but I definitely do like to have my bath towels match, in fact, they always do match. Always. If that makes me a "mundane" . . . and of course, I do wonder what their definition of "mundane" is. People are aren't as well educated? People who don't own as many books? People who don't like the same things they do? Weird.