Okay, so I love conspiracy theories. Whether they are all too plausible or completely outlandish, I find them fascinating. My husband hates this interest, believing that all conspiracy theories are a sign of low intelligence. Most of my friends roll their eyes or laugh when it comes up. It rarely comes up though, because I’m aware that this is one of my weirder traits.
However, it seems to me that the reason people think my interest in conspiracy theories is so weird is because they can’t really see the connections like I can. That sounds like a conspiracy theory itself, but I mean my own connections. To me, the interest in conspiracy theories is an organic growth from all the other things I’m interested in. It isn’t an aberration that is wildly unlike other interests at all.
For instance, I grew up reading fairy tales, folklore, and mythology. From there I graduated to history, science fiction, and fantasy novels. Mixed in there were science fiction movies, comic books, and playing Dungeons & Dragons with my dad and my brothers. Finally, I came into the X-Files and from there, the wild, wacky world of conspiracies.
I enjoy the conspiracy theories in much the same way I enjoy a novel or a fascinating show on the History Channel. It is interesting and a wonderful new perspective. However, before I distance myself too far, I will admit that sometimes the conspiracy seems more likely than the official story. However, I don’t advocate any conspiracy theories and I do not claim any are absolutely correct. I mean, how would I know?
So while I do not take a strong stance on whether my favorite conspiracies are true or not true, I never say, “All conspiracy theories are nonsense.” Of course, this is why my friends think I’m weak-minded. I say they are missing the big picture. Like mythology, conspiracy theories are tales of possible realities. For me, the appeal is not whether they are true or not, but the age-old question of “What if?”