The Kids Don't Stand A Chance

I cannot quite pinpoint the exact date that I finally came to grips with the knowledge that I was a geek but there have been countless suggestions. I am here in my geek-dom a self-exposed realized geek.  I assume its not such a bad pocked to be shoved into nonetheless here I am...... At this unusual time of morning 2:20am I am writing a blog. Whilst most are amidst the throws of passion, the throws of after-party, the throws of dinner or the possible throwing-up I sit and pour rubbish onto typeset for the benefit of the greater good.  If it wasn't for the coaxing of some Vampire Weekend I fear this blog would be as dry as the toast that one orders at a 2am breakfast spot.  I digress. So when does one decide they are a geek and then how does one arrange an acceptable lifestyle amongst the non-geek earth dwelling inhabitants?  First and foremost I realized my inner geek when I was asked a simple question at a bar?  So what is it that you do for a living.  I wanted to say to this person so many great things such as; I invented post-its, I am a professional spelunker etc.  None of the viable options appeared to be believable so I parted my lips to utter just what it was that I do.  Before I can form a solid sentence the co-conversational inhabitant boasted that I must be in finance because I looked the type.  I immediately question just what it was that makes me appear to be a finance person as I stand there in my ever so chic dress and knee high boots?  What was it that made me a finance person as I stand amongst the masses oozing Stella McCartney perfume?  So I asked the proverbial question to my own chagrin he stated I looked like a geek!

Do I really was my first internal question? Not exactly.  I'm a normal girl.  And before I can speak further he diverts his attention to my equally beautiful counterpart.  I stood in a short state of shock thinking about how I might be a geek yet again.  None of my friends are geeks with the exception of my beloved geek watch girl but she is only geeky because of the watch...otherwise she is fantastic.  My father and mother were not geeks, they were rather hip yuppies in their heyday.  My mother even made a stint at Studio 54 back in the day.  So there I was in my internal conversation....scared to death that others might recognize my geek-ness and want nothing to do with me. Perhaps I should leave the bar and go home and google the word "geek" so I could assume responsibility and then act accordingly.  As I headed towards the loo to analyse myself better in a mirror and to check if the potential tears that might be streaming down my face as this conversation transpired I noticed the labeling jerk that referred to me in such a perplexing manner was pointing and laughing. As were two of his friends.  Had I a note posted on my back just like the horrendous middle school years?  I felt the top of my back and it felt relatively void of any signs.  Then I noticed that my dear friend was also laughing. Perhaps I tucked my dress into my pantyhose? Not that it has ever happened before (ok maybe once or twice).  That was a negative as I would most certainly felt the breeze.  So just what was it. I demanded to know.  I walked back to the crowd of hecklers and received my comical answer.

The men that were invading our clique were doing an experiment to see if a woman would be insulted by childhood insults and for what reason I have no idea other than my possible assumption that they might be dipping a little too low in their Sailor Jerry bottles?  Nonetheless I did what every girl that gets punked does.  I took the drink closest to my left hand and dumped it clean over the head of this geek and called him just as such.

If I'm a geek then its certainly chic!