Being a nerd’s not so f*cking bad.
Eventually.
Liz and I were just talking about a girl we know who’s an awkward bookworm, and how she’s going to be a nerd…probably, I mean who knows–we think we can spot ’em, and we usually can, but not always…
It sucks being a nerd when you’re young (and sometimes when you’re older, too). You get picked on and made fun of. I did. I also had juuuust enough of a sharp tongue to push back and a sense of humor as to avoid being picked on *too* much. Mostly, I was friends with everyone. But I did still get picked on because I was a nerd.
And then I grew up all the way, and I realized that being a nerd is dope. It’s kind of the best.
You date. You get educated. You get married. You make more adult nerd friends, and you get to do awesome, fun, things like read cool books and watch cool movies and buy cool things like starships or dragons. You know. Nerd stuff.
I truly love being a nerd. I always have, even when it was hard being a kid. We like what we like, ya know?
Work was good today. I started out rather down on my writing, but wouldn’t you know, by the time I got around to writing in the evening, I was feeling pretty damn good about it. It’s weird how that works. It’s happened a couple times over the past few months.
Mostly, with this routine of writing at work, I feel…stable. I feel like I can lean on routine and habit to make sure I get my work done, no matter how I’m feeling about it, and because of that…I usually feel pretty solid.
Tomorrow, I’m anxious about: I’m moving into the next phase of the project, which will be WRITING.
Tomorrow.
It feels huge. Trying not to make it huge. Just gonna sit down like I always do and start banging on the keyboard.
Wish me luck.
Night!