Am I a nerd?
Well, I do not understand this:
…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.