Just dropped in...

My blogging has been on the light side as of late, but such things are to be expected out of one as lazy as I. In addition, the geo-strategic scene (which is my "bag", as the enemies would say) has been a bit rich, and I've been unable to add much meaningful to the debate.
So, instead of the usual doom-laden article about massive wars or my usual spleen venting at the perfidious EU, I'm actually going to explain something about myself. Amazing, yes, but necessary I think.
Part of my "WASP-ness gone wild" (as one of my friends put it) involves respect for the virtues of silence. Though I am known to get overly verbose at some times, at others I say nothing. If I'm not saying anything, it's because I don't have anything terribly meaningful to say. This un-nerves some, as it is the custom of many in this time to speak unendingly of unimportant trifles, in which consist the meat of any contemporary conversation.
Honestly, there are aspects to life about which there is no real meat for conversation, and bringing them up is really rather silly. To be rather blunt, nobody cares about the dull minutiae about your life. My life consists mostly of dull minutiae, reading, and inappropriate conversation. Though the latter may supply some amusing anecdotes to supply in conversations else-where, the other two do not, unless I am given an opportunity to rip on something I intensely dislike, wherein my reading comes into play.
I do have a rather large store of interesting experiences in my life, but they belong to a realm of conversation that does not come up very often. Most people in day-to-day life do not ask of me questions such as "Have you ever been bothered by a loud fundamentalist Christian revival late at night in the Amazon rain-forest?", or the classic "Do you have an inordinate interest in classic World War II firearms like I do?" Consequently, bringing amusing episodes of my life into conversation usually stretches the premise of the conversation to the limit. It also intends to dominate the conversation, as there are not too many others with similar anecdotes. This means that it becomes a lecture, not a conversation, and lectures are below conversation on the "fun" scale. They also incite jealousy in regards to my ability to participate in these unusual experiences. Thus, it's in the interest of all concerned that I stay a low-key player.
Others, who dislike the sweet sound of silence, are gripped by an un-reasoned compulsion to speak. However, most of them lead lives little more interesting than mine. This leads to the difficulty-how can they keep their hand in conversation compensate for the lack of interesting doings in their life in a number of ways.
The first is to lie their heads off, also known as the "Napoleon Dynamite" method. These folk create a fantasy world over which they stand astride, endowed with powers and fortune that borders on the mystical. Whether learning illegal ninja moves banned by the government, dating models, or buying 20mm firearms, those who practice this technique strain the credulity and good-will of their listeners. They can never tell a believable lie, and as they get away with more and more, their lies get more and more unbelievable.
The second way is to artificially cause more excitement in one's life. In my experience, this involves competitions to see who can cause the most damage to their bodies. Competitions in regards to the amount of liqueur one is able to consume are a favourite, and the "winner" has the good fortune to regale all assembled with his very own miniature dolorious passion, where he suffered for his own sins, errrrr, stupidity by repeatedly vomiting over everyone else's stuff and leaving a lovely smell which hangs around like a poor relative. Others engage in various high-risk behaviours and brag about how fortunate they've been to avoid the sharp end of justice. This, in case any-one is curious, is the source of my endless fascination with the misfortunes of those who choose to (metaphorically) play in traffic and then get smashed by a bus.
The third method is to tell the cold, unvarnished truth. This is the worst of the three. Though honesty is a virtue, listening to a rant about how one was a spy trained by the CIA to study "subversive groups" in one's high school has an inherent humour value which cannot be matched by long-winded accounts of the difficulties of doing laundry on a certain day of the week. Nobody cares, and no one ever will.
On that note, I shall depart. There it is- a glimpse into the mind of the "weird one". Disturbing, isn't it?
I shall return with semi-regular posting whenever the feeling strikes me. Perhaps, if I've nothing to do, I might even list my specific grievances with Popery so that it might be the subject of debate. Then again, given that conversion efforts on my behalf are currently using "force persuade +20," I don't think the idea of "serious discussion" goes well with it.