Nerd is the word.

Am I a nerd?

Let’s investigate.

Well, I do not understand this:

WHY ARE THERE SO MANY PIECES THIS IS MAKING MY HEAD HURT

WHY ARE THERE SO MANY PIECES HOLY SHIT THIS IS MAKING MY HEAD HURT AAAAHHHHHH

Or this:

WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE? Why is there so much cleavage? Is this porn?

There is a FUCKLOAD of stuff going on here but all I can see is cleavage. Does that mean I get it?

Or this:

Is this porn? Is that what this is?

Is this porn? Is that what this is?

Or this:

Oooh, pretty colors! But too many numbers. There goes my head again.

Oooh, pretty colors! But too many numbers. There goes my head again.

Or this:

What do they do when the glowsticks burn out?

What do they do when the glowsticks burn out? And is that Will Sasso?

Or this:

Wait, is this like a baseball card? Are these valuable?

This seems vaguely racist.

Or this:

Whose garage is this? Do they know what you're doing in there?

Whose garage is this? Do they know what you’re doing in there?

…and this tickles me, because I always just assumed I was a nerd. Not because I liked stereotypical nerd things (see above), but because I was usually part of the fringe. I don’t recall this being the result of any active ostracizing (unless there’s something I’m blocking from my memory?). Rather, it was something that occurred naturally. Because apparently not everyone appreciates the genius of Monty Python and the people that do just sort of gravitate toward each other. I guess?

As time passed, I started encountering some other types of nerds: the type of nerds who enjoyed these stereotypically nerdy pastimes. Bit by bit, I became more aware of the infinite layers and classifications of nerd-dom. And believe you me, it’s fascinating as hell.

But again, the more I wormed my way into their little circles, the more of an outsider I felt. I became the outsider among the outsiders, which is a strange feeling.

And I began to wonder: am I really a nerd after all?

A game-playing, anime-watching, Star Wars-loving nerd – no.

A Trivial Pursuit-playing, British comedy-loving nerd – sure.

But if that’s all I’m going to use to define it – someone who enjoys things that maybe other people around her don’t equally enjoy – then I hate to break it to ya, kid, but WE ARE ALL NERDS

Intelligent or dull, awkward or charismatic, regularly-bathed or not so much: we’ve all got a little nerd is us.

It might be the one thing that all of humanity has in common.

Score one for the nerds.

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4 thoughts on “Nerd is the word.

  1. Christine says:

    Girl….you be quirky! And it is great!

    • theotherjulie says:

      Takes one to know one, lady 😉 …and are quirky people called Quirks? Because that would be pretty awesome.

  2. blork25 says:

    Is it bad that i do understand all of those nerdly things?

    • theotherjulie says:

      dear, we are all nerds; embrace the nerd-dom. and for the love of triscuits, quit reading this at 4 am and get some sleep.

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