“A lot of nerds aren’t aware they’re nerds. A geek has thrown up his hands to the universe and gone – ‘I speak Klingon – who am I fooling? You win! I’m just gonna openly like what I like.’ Geeks tend to be a little happier with themselves.”
It is no secret that I am a geek. But what does that mean, exactly?
I always had above average intelligence, despite the lowering of my IQ every time I have surgery. I’m not a genius – not even close. I know that I will never compete with the likes of Einstein, Edison, or Dr. Sheldon Cooper. But I am smart – smart enough to know my mental limitations.
As for obsession, that’s a given – obsessed over really cool stuff. What is “really cool stuff”? Depends on the person. Someone who loves, fixes, and builds computers = a computer geek; a person who loves fashion, creates styles, follows designers religiously = fashion geek. We fit into many molds, not just a single generic one. My obsessions are broad and ever changing: books, movies, authors, actors, graphic novels and their characters; the list goes on.
For me, I am grateful I do not fall into the category of social ineptitude. Oh, I’m an introvert, definitely more comfortable with a night in than a night out, but I have friends. All my life I had friends. Not many and I’m okay with that. Having close friends I can trust and who love me for me is better than a bunch who ignore me, talk behind my back, and/or laugh at my quirks rather than embrace them.
So I am geek and proud, but why am I telling you this?
Precioussssses. It is the name I landed on to refer to you, my friends, fans, and followers, and for very good reason. I love Tolkien. His books and their subsequent movies are better than pure gold to me.
Recently my parents took a trip to New Zealand. This is important because the Lord of the Rings and Hobbit movies were filmed there! Squeeeee! For a few weeks, I lived vicariously through their adventures in the beautiful country, since it is unlikely I will ever visit myself.
During their spotty satellite connections, they would e-mail me and my brothers, keeping us apprised with a picture tour of their days. Being me, I immediately asked if Hobbiton was on the tour itinerary – I was insistent. It may very well be the closest I get to sacred nerdvana that is Middle Earth. Although I suspect, when I first asked, they had no idea to what I was referring, they were diligent with their follow-through.
Here are all the awesome pictures my amazing parents took to still my geeky heart on their adventure:
Gandalf, forever immortalized:
Thus ends the tour of the museum. The rest were taken at the airport… the AIRPORT!!
This one is self-explanatory:
Smaug, sticking his head out of the wall:
And an abundance of Gollum (aka: Smeagol – the reason I call you all precioussssses):
All taken for me, because my parents embrace my geekdom like all parents should.
I’m passing on my geek to my kids. Are you?