As if I didn't have enough on my plate, I started a Geometallurgy shortcourse this week - and I think I might actually be enjoying it...sort of. Anyone who knows me knows that geostatistics, probability and principal component analyses, aren't really my thing. I'm an exploration geologist. I hit rocks, and teach other people how to hit rocks.
But the more I study normal distributions, standard deviations and areas under graphs, the more I'm coming to understand that my life doesn't really fit into 'normal' or 'standard'. Geologists are generally fucked up people, but my life doesn't fit into a normal distribution as most understand it.
I'm an outlier. An end member. My ex-wife used to say it all the time and I think I'm beginning to believe her. It really hit home when I was telling a friend about how the smoke detector in my son's room had woken me up in the middle of the night, but the ceiling had been too high for me to reach it and pull the battery out, even when I was standing, naked, on a chair.
"How did you stop it?" she asked.
"Oh, I just found a sword and stabbed it until it stopped bleating at me," I replied with a small shrug.
"Really? You know, if anyone else had told me that, I wouldn't have believed them."