Turns out, I'm a nerd.
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| Never would have guessed, would you? |
Here's how I know for sure that it's true: I had no idea I was a nerd... I seriously just found this out at approximately 11am. Now that I know, the evidence to support my nerdiness is overwhelming.
This morning, I went for a run with my buddy, Heidi. I was telling her about the most awesome prehistoric shark, Megalodon, while we were stretching.
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| The biggest prehistoric shark that ever lived (About.com-Dinosaurs) |
Heidi had never even heard of Megalodon! I know, right? Kind of embarrassing- for her. In hindsight, I can see how the conversation took the next, obvious turn. My running buddy revealed to me that she is pretty much on the far end of the nerd spectrum (ie: super nerd.) While trying to explain to me how she knows this about herself, she said, "Well, you know, I like Wes Anderson movies-"
Now, wait a minute... prior to my rant about giant sea creatures, we had just been discussing our favorite KEXP music (nerd alert.) I was trying to describe a new song by the band, Hey Marseilles, and I told her it sounded like something you would hear in a Wes Anderson movie. (Which she totally understood- obvi.) So you can imagine my surprise when she used liking his movies as a qualifier for nerdiness.
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| Just in case you're not familiar... totally cool. |
I thought maybe Heidi had forgotten our earlier conversation,"No, I like Wes Anderson movies too," I reminded her. She just stared at me and gave me the big eyes. You know, the eyes you give your husband when you point out a frenemy at a wedding, and he unwittingly shouts, "Oh, is that So and So that you hate?" You give him the big eyes because said frenemy is within hearing distance, and he has a voice that carries, but he doesn't realize any of this. Big eyes are helpful when you want to convey a message that should be obvious, but you are unable for any number of reasons to use your words.
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| These eyes say it all. (Also, this is not Heidi, just in case you were wondering.) |
Heidi gave me a pretty good dose of the big eyes, but the message still hadn't sunk in. Then she sledge - hammered me over the head, "You're probably at the pretty nerdy end of the spectrum too." *light bulb*
All these years of snorting laughter at my own jokes, dancing with maniacally, seizure-like movements, and knowing more about prehistoric marine life than an 8 year old boy with tape on his glasses... it all makes sense now.
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| I think she meant I'm at the awesome end of this spectrum. |
Well, now what?
*Flashback* I am the new kid in Green Bay, WI. I go to the Bay Port High freshman registration with one of my friends and her mom. I don't know anyone else. I have no idea who the dude is that gets up and introduces himself as some kind of president of student council or chess club- who can remember? My friend's mom nudges me with her elbow, and whispers, "See that guy? He's the king of the dorks." I nod knowingly, as if only a fool, wouldn't already know this.
That dude might have been the king of the dorks, but now he's a lawyer with a big ass office and a killer view. I don't have an office with a view, but I have a pretty kick ass life, and I am happy. Nerds and dorks, unite!
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| Consider me the queen of the nerds. (Paleness combined with unabashed excitement over miniature sea life = proof.) |
And P.S. No one's cool. If you think you're cool, you are probably a huge nerd, and you have no idea.
P.P.S. Felix Hernandez is legitimately cool, but unless your given nickname from the city of Seattle is straight up "The King," and you've thrown a frickin' perfect game, you don't count.)
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| Just sayin' |
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