Nerd
I’m a nerd. It’s true, I can admit it. But, and I may be biased here, I think I also happen to be one hell of a cool nerd. I drink, I have a girlfriend and I generally refrain from truly geeky activities such as arguing over who shot first, Han or Greebo (the answer is of course Han); I’m not physically awkward; and I don’t wear high-water pants.
That said, there are times in my life when I have to look at myself and say, “Johnny, you are one huge geek.” I had one of those moments last weekend when I came out of the comic book store with a bag containing not just a few new comics, but also sleeves and boards to protect those comics and others I had at home. As a child I read comics but it wasn’t a nerdy thing to do because A. I was a little boy and 2. when I finished reading a comic I didn’t carefully slip it into a plastic sleeve before putting it in it’s proper place on the shelf. This is of course a shame, because had I had the foresight to take care of them properly, I would currently be in possession of a couple of noteworthy (read worth money) issues. But who’s to say I wouldn’t have pawned them for video game money by now anyway.
