I’ll never deny it. In fact, I embrace it. I encourage it in those who try to hide it, and I seek it out in others. I surround myself with those who have it, and I disregard people who look down on those of us with it. It gives us a certain perspective on the world, and when we all rule the world, it will definitely be because of it.
I’m talking, of course, about my level of geekiness.
I read comic books. I have action figures. I can quote The Simpsons and I know what planet Yoda lived on. These are relatively minor examples, but you get the gist. I’m proud of being a geek, and I love to nit-pick apart movies, books, television, people – whatever. I like to memorize funny lines, follow an actor or a writer, learn about technology – all of the things that define a geek.
But today was when I realized that I’ve crossed that line. I’m never coming back.
Because when you start to get sexually excited about the new monitor you just ordered, you are an irrefutable, irreversible, unforgivable geek. Even if the monitor in question looks like this:
Excuse me while I go do dirty things to myself and think about this beauty arriving in a few days.