I haven’t the foggiest.

I’ve always been oddly esoteric.
From repeating my dad’s antiquated phrases to a group of prepubescent judgmental gymnasts to turning around to study Chaucer and become VP of the Medieval Club in college, I’ve struggled to relate to my peers on a legitimate level, every step along the way.

Please understand, claiming to feel “esoteric” absolutely never meant I felt superior. In fact, it has only ever meant I always felt “odd.”
I felt like I was speaking another language. I felt like I was misunderstood. I felt like I’d make a joke and it wouldn’t land and I’d sit there thinking “dang, that was brilliant!” but everyone else around me felt like it was unnecessary and weird and dumb.

The reality is, I adore the few people I still keep in contact with, who studied Old English and Middle English along side me.

You know, Chaucer is just a whole bunch of fart jokes?

I’m sort of surprised more people aren’t interested in it.