[Valesse]

When, even though you don't know the chords on a guitar, you can still play PJ's LotRs theme on one.

When you become emotionally distraught because no one at your school or place of recreation knows who Boromir and your handpainted "Boromir for President" shirt goes fully ignored.

When you get homocidal tendencies after someone asked you who "Barrow-mir" is and why is he running for President.

When a tinge of pride always seems to occur to you remembering that between your local bookstore and library there are over a dozen indexes about Lord of the Rings... yet, deep inside, you're extremely jealous.

When you spend hours trying to figure out how the librarians are squandering your time with the Tolkien indexes... because its obvious they are, you just don't know now yet. *paranoid look*

When you wonder how many similarities there are between Mordorian and Moon rocks.

When you seriously consider retyping the indexes onto your computer so you might be able to have instant access when, Eru forbid, you forget one of Turin's many names.

When you become mentally unstable because someone did not pronounce their Quenyan "C" properly.

When you can't help but giggle when you make chili.

When you stop reading the Two Towers for a week because you've noticed that there was a typo made around page 225 in the 41st printing. You consider writing to Tolkien to correct this, but the relieze that he is long dead which reduces you to weeping like a little girl.