For some reason this really made me laugh. I had this really great good natured Hamlet vs Oedipus debate about who's fate is worse with this friend of mine about a month ago and there is honestly nothing more fulfilling, intellectually. I'm stubbornly optimistic so I think where there's life, there's hope so I thought everyone dying is worst than everyone feeling guilty and being outcasts and rejects for the rest of their lives, so I argued Hamlet while he argued Oedipus. And I haven't had a better conversation since. You would have loved it.
I do talk about the shallow things other people like, because if you truly are a clever person you have to take into account that not everyone is as clever as you and treat them accordingly, and I'll be inquisitive and ask them all kinds of questions even if I don't really care--it's amazing how much people like it when you do. Like I asked my sister what made a pickle perfect and she had a blast considering seeds vs peel, dill vs sweet, and just all the angles I made her consider. But I don't get how people find that fun. I get told all the time that I'm really fun, but when I remember what they're talking about, for me the moment wasn't really THAT great. Yes I wish people had more depth, I am constantly on the prowl for a mind like my own, but sometimes you just have to get over yourself and play along, even if you'll wind up mostly entertaining yourself. At least it's better than being surly.
When I meet another book lover, we both like instantly latch onto each other. But even in the range of book lovers, I am so sick of having the Twilight debate. Which then usually is followed be a bbm convo recap concerning people I vaguely know and don't care about, dispersed with me sitting there watching them text. It's tedious, but have faith in humanity--I exist, you exist, so surely there must be others. But in the meantime of searching for our Holy Grails', it's bearable if you can just learn how to deal with people.