My friends and family are good and interesting people who don’t happen to be deeply interested in art, philosophy, psychology, literature or psychospiritual ideas. My wife for example teaches me a lot about restaurants, what’s going on where we live, what’s where in the world, and keeps my feet on the ground. I don’t require people I know to be like me and I don’t suffer from them being different. I am glad however that I can write what I write and find echos out in the world beyond my walls.
When I was a child it was perplexing to have parents that didn’t really see me very clearly. I kept thinking they would if they weren’t otherwise occupied. I knew they thought I was gifted but a little stupid about the real world, which wasn’t wrong. It was up to me to develop my interests however I could, and I’ve done that. It’s just more complex than anyone imagined.