Being a big Nerd has it’s perks. It means I can play DS in the common room and people know, and respect the Poke-Battles that are occurring in my hands. I can read “The Hitch-hikers Guide To The Galaxy” without fear of judgement or reprisal, despite the fact that the book is aimed at people whom are just learning the difference between “Public” and “Pubic”. You get the added ability of being able to spot “Fake Nerds”. We all know one. Think about it, who’s that kid that claims to be a massive Potter fan, whilst having only seen the movies. Never mind owned a Quidditch spell book.. I didn’t, I hate poncey Harry, and his gay little wand. I’m also not a fan of how homophobic that sentence seems.. But nevertheless, we all know someone like that. They’re those girls on the Internet who take pictures of themselves with N64 controllers because they think they’re some kind of cosplay gloves for three fingered Donkey Kong’s. Not cool.
Being nerdy lends you a healthy amount of credibility and intelligence in debates. Especially useful when you’ve realised you’re wrong, and are now using big words to obfuscate the parameters within which your argument truly lies, conjoined in the vein aspiration that your competitor will be so utterly flabbergasted by your well worded gibberish; they’ll stop listening, and just concede the point.
These are reasons why it’s awesome. Being constantly inundated with things of HUGE interest is another thing entirely. Starts to suck you into everything, it’s like a dying star… There’s lot’s there, it’s massively dense already, yet it still pulls you in.. (Great metaphor that. Wasn’t it? Tell your friends….Don’t. That was sarcasm.) It leads to people asking you things, which you just can’t decline.
Wanna make me a Background, Website, Database? Yeah!
Wanna read books on generational gaps, popular columnists, the economics of Sumo Wrestlers? YEAH!
Wanna learn HTML5, CSS3, PHP, JAVA, PYTHON AND GERMAN? FUUUUCK YEEEAAAH!!!
And now you see where the problem arises.
That’s a lot to learn, but as Queen would say, I want it all. This poses somewhat of a Dalai Lama (Or dilemma, one’s just more fun to slide into conversation) as there’s other things to balance. You know, like eating, sleeping. Oh, and three A2’s. But what’s a Man to do? (Never gets tiring calling myself a Man. Despite what human chronology tells you, I feel in no way fit to be called an adult yet. It feels like there’s still an annoying amount left to learn) All this knowledge feels essential, like no-one will hire me, or even glance at me in a manner that says, “Well, there’s an accomplished man” until all of these are melded into my brain. And if that’s not true, well, I’ll blame video nasties or MTV. Damned Cribs.
Until then, I guess I have to deal with my ignorance in a suitable manner. Maybe I’ll start Blogging on the internet to a massive crowd of 6 people, that, despite my requests; still isn’t read by my parents. That seems more fitting for an ignorant poop-face. Poop, tee-hee!
Now that’s more like it.