You are you. You read book reviews on Slate Star Codex [since renamed] which are half the length of the books themselves. You write essays which are both satirical and completely sincere where you lampoon social practices using the Alien Describing Human technique (again, to good effect). You are too rational and intelligent to make sense of the world in other ways (but you don’t talk about that (directly)). You have had oddball interests and hobbies your whole life, but sometimes you feel like something is missing.

Eventually you come to the conclusion that everything which you thought was irrational is in fact that. You pat yourself on the back for the humility that you have displayed. Then you go back to reading that book review on Slate Star Codex [since renamed].