I also discovered (or finally realized) this weekend why I've been wanting to go back to school for a Ph.D. I miss intellectual stimulation. I have nobody to talk to about my thoughts, books I read or movies I watch. My friends have become too absorbed into their married life (house, kids, chores, etc.) to care about such things. Those who don't have kids work too much to be able to enjoy anything more complicated than "Friends" reruns. My husband is so tired on most days and so preoccupied with his work on others, that it's hard for him to follow an adult conversation for the most part. It's sad and pathetic at the same time. I have tried to look into joining a book club of sorts but they all read chick lit or some other crapola along the lines of Da Vinci Code. Not that I don't read mindless books too but they're not the ones I'd like to talk about.

Just this morning I finished a really interesting book that refutes all the historical facts about Jesus listed in the Da Vinci Code. I learned a ton from the author who also happens to be a professor of history of early Christianity and an authority on this topic. But nobody cares about what really happened. And I have nobody to share all the cool facts I learned about that time.

Is being among professors and other students really the only way to have interesting and intellectual adult conversations?