OK. Fair enough....
But in all honesty, I'm not sure I HAVE an inner geek - I think everything geeky and dorky is pretty much out there for all to see. I mean, I open my mouth and I'm sure people mentally label me DORK! within the first 2.25 minutes. Maybe less. I was called an egghead in college for reading Hamlet instead of watching the Superbowl but I figured I didn't go all the way to Oxford, England to do stuff I didn't like when I was in the US!
Of course, there are some who mistakenly label me cool, but I can say with some assurance that they're just as much of a doofus as I am and it is actually an attempt to reconcile their own feelings of being a complete and utter goober with the need to relate. The cool label also comes from those who have their geek buried deep within and are not giving it the hugs that it needs. Heck, they may not even know it's there.
Of course, the worst label we geeks get isn't a word, it's a tone of voice. Anger. These people have no geek in them and, fearing what they do not know, make fun of it - this geekless state is such a frightening concept that I dare not explore it any further. I liken it to not having a soul. ::shudder::
Anyway, no matter where your personal geek resides, find it and give it a hug. And maybe a cupcake. With sprinkles.
Now go make one of these:
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| River Song's book of spoilers, aka the TARDIS/time travel diary |
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