Giga... I know from where you come... Maybe not as far... But I know.
Was in gifted program for kindergarten/first grade... Then the folks split. Moved. First day in the new (government) school, they put me in a classroom with a buncha kids who were essentially drooling. That was the "special" class. Didn't last. Teachers discovered that I had a bad habit of calling them on what they didn't know - I'd read the text in the first week of school (yup - 1st grade...). Kids aren't as nice as teachers... I wasn't from there - never would be from there. And I can never go back to where I came from, so...
Tried to fit in - talked different, acted different... thankfully, got switched to the local private school -I was a token prod in catholic thrashfest, but most of them weren't from there either... Actually, that sorta worked. I was expected to be different, among the different - really pissed 'em off (especially the penguins) tho when they didn't do as well on the "religion" classes... Penguins hated how I'd read through school days - and they thought that reading an encyclopaedia was unnatural... (but of course, the half-dozen biographies of John Fitzgerald Whatshisname in the library were fair game...).
Then, back to government school for junior high and high school. Rude awakening. It's good to be dumb. Thing is, I was too dumb to figure that out fast enough... Got my ass kicked for about 5.95 years...
College... well...
Transition from high school to college was interesting. I knew the behaviors, and I essentially reinvented myself... After all, once a high school geek, well, you better move outta town... But when I went to college, I knew what to do. Fit in. Hey, I'm your guy - I can fix things... Or I can introduce you... Whatever. It's just introducing myself, etc., etc., that's a bitch... But hey, I grew. Went from 5'8" and maybe 165 to 6'2" and 260... Of course, getting tossed into an athletic dorm helped. Every other room had a weight bench... Learned how to do jock things. Knew every dealer on campus. Every bartender. Everyone who had a party house. Played bouncer/"party host" for a while. Damn, this is almost depressing...
Flippant is good. Flippant works.
Present day to day... Different folks walk up to you a few dozen times a day (I support approx 1,500 folks - mostly scientist types - as a computer geek/graphic designer type), and say, "Hey, how ya doing?" And I've got an answer. "Vertical." On some days it's "vertical and breathing." Depends on the moment.
I don't think about it. It's what they want to hear, and it's sorta funny. It's normal enough, and makes 'em laugh, and they don't get too far into how I _really_ am "doin'." It's customer service - keep 'em happy, and keep 'em from calling someone who can get you fired. Of course today it was "soggy." 4" or so of rain will do that to someone...
"Chuck, could I ask you a question?"
"Yup. Answer's 38." (it's ALWAYS 38 - not really sure why, but that's the answer... really tired of people asking if they can ask a question, because they will anyway, right?) Eventually I break the folks of asking to ask, and they just ask. Then they hear, and hopefully retain.
I work VERY hard to not be a grammar nazi. BTDTGTTS. I don't do that anymore. You can spell, punctuate and conjugate howevertheheckyoufeel. I don't do math well, but damn, I can, and will, with modest encouragement, rock with verbal. Got da license, got da switch. You really want me to, I'll even become quite formal. But that's boring. Der vernacular be much mo fun.
I know I'm not normal. But I can't be abnormal. Being abnormal gets the bleep kicked out of you... Every so often tho, I see myself, almost from a distance, really stepping in it, while I'm simulataneously unable to stop - because it's right...
Of course, working in a scientific R&D environment, I'm damn _near_ normal. Interesting to watch who has lunch together... The support functions and the scientific functions shall never merge. Seems like very few accountants "live" for accounting... Yet I'm a bridge between... Kinda freaky-geeky...
I am normal. You are normal. We're all normal. Just different shades... Can't help it that some folks are essentially colorblind. Pity them, and rock on.
Ahh... And the monastery... Spent the latter part of the eighties playing hacker... Did about a year of 24-36 on, 12-16 off... Lemme tell you, that'll really screw your whole en-bleepin-tire schedule... I do systems very well. Doesn't have to be a computer/software. Take the thing, take it apart, figure it out, make it work, put it back together.
Once got in an argument with a myers-briggs adherent/advocate/disciple... "Would you rather go to a party, or stay home and read a book?" My answer of "take a book to the party, and if things get boring, I'll read" was not acceptable... These people obviously do not understand shades of grey...
This schtick is the first I've heard of this stuff, and most of it hits way too close to home.