Monday, July 16, 2012

The musings of a Pseudo-intellectual

I was recently called a pseudo-intellectual.  A fake intellectual.  Someone of average intelligence who tries to keep up the facade of being intellectual.  Ouch.  Not a nice thing to say to someone.  And this was said to me because I love to read fiction.  Lightweight mystery novels that end well and leave me wanting more.  Books such as The Cat Who series, Hannah Swenson Mysteries, and Stephanie Plum novels just to name a few.  I suppose an intellectual would only read books about finance, money, politics, or religion?  No fun characters, no plots, no new exotic (and some not so exotic) locations, no new friends to be made through the joy of reading about people and places that really do not exist.  I guess the "intellectual" doesn't realize that all the above mentioned topics ARE covered in fiction!

Well, the comment stung for about 3.5 seconds.  I really don't care if I am thought of as "average" by someone who is really just insecure about their own intelligence and abilities.  Do people really believe they are better or smarter than someone simply because they don't, or can't read fiction?  I get so much joy from reading all kinds of books.  Fiction, nonfiction, poetry, religious, and even the occasional short article found in a favorite magazine.  Reading fiction takes me to places I've never been, introduces me to people I've never met but would love to, and opens my mind to worlds vastly different than my own.  I am on a constant adventure when I read.  And I do love adventures!

So, I've decided - I'm a pseudo-intellectual and PROUD of it!!!