I can't say for sure how typical your experience is, but I can say for sure that I shared it. Starting to study philosophy is a lot like falling in love (which makes sense, given the literal meaning of the word, right?). When a person falls in love, it's normal to be so enthralled with the beloved that nothing and no one else seems worth a thought. Every conversation eventually turns back toward the beloved. Time spent apart is considered wasted. Other, ordinary folk throw up their hands in exasperation -- and the lover cares naught.

Just like a person in love, whether this condition persists, worsens or improves is up to you. When I was writing my doctoral dissertation, at the same time as birthing, raising and educating eight children, I suffered greatly from what I called "Mommy-Scholar Schizophrenia." It was so difficult, so painful, to shift gears between ethical theory and Disney coloring books! Finally, I came to see that one of the magnificent things about philosophy is its ability to operate on whatever is placed before it. Even Disney coloring books.

Living in an intellectual ivory tower certainly has its appeal, but the mundane isn't going away any time soon. So you can fight it, ignore it...or enjoy it in a special way because you are a philosopher.

My advice: Try not to become frustrated with the simplistic masses; instead, be alert to opportunities for introducing them (gently, tactfully) to this great love you've found. Unlike a beloved person, there's plenty philosophy to go around.