Tuesday night, I found myself in line at Borders fresh from class (in full Kung Fu attire) buying a book about vampires.
Wow. I. am. so. cool.
Standing there, trying not to be seen, I began to consider more of my life situation: I am married to a software developer, I spend most of my days with middle aged women and young children, I live in the suburbs.
The weight of my nerdom struck me. I have been fighting many nerdy urges for years… when did I officially stop caring? Succumbing must have happened over the course of a long time. I saw an old friend from high school that day, maybe that made me be reflective and self conscious.
I also realized… I don’t care. I like my martial arts class. I like my silly fantasy books. I like my job, my husband, and my home.
I think that I may have hit my nerdy rock bottom, at least I hope so. Please stop me if you find me falling deeper – pursuing an interest in anime or dressing up for a rennassaince fair.
