none.

You think I'm strange.  You do. You always have, and I know it because I've seen it in your face whenever I laugh too loud at my favorite movies that aren't stimulating enough for you.  I've felt it in the way that you avoid eye contact with me, even all of those times I was sitting directly across the table from you which would have been the most natural and logical place to look in that situation.    

I mean, it doesn't really bother me.  Not that being thought of as strange is a particularly enjoyable experience.  I get self-conscious, sometimes.  But I just try to remember that the only reason anyone feels that way about anyone is because they simply don't appreciate the same things as the other person.

And I guess, in that regard, I must think you're strange right back.

Some good reading from Take June for your Monday.