And by interesting I mean ones that, no matter their slew of different personalities, all manage to agree that I am, to put it euphemistically, really weird. I get *the* look often.
As I was describing this, I used lightsabers as my example. There aren't many people who will just play lightsabers with you. This is a sad thing. Just as usual, the people at work agreed with me that it was sad that people don't appreciate me, but just as usual, I don't think they really believed me that I actually wanted people to play lightsabers with me.
I offer here conclusive evidence that not only do I really own lightsabers, but I used to really play with them with my roommates.
Plastic doesn't bruise like that by just sitting on the shelf.