When in Doubt: Nerd Out!

I am a nerd.

I’ve come to the point in my life where I no longer apologize or am embarrassed by the fact that I carry emotional attachments to fictional worlds, whether by the page or the screen. I find it aggravating and condescending that others take my enjoyment in my fandoms as either an insult or unimportant.

And those that are fans of sports, athletic teams, or music artists, are able to proudly able to wear the symbols and emblems of their particular interest without derision or detriment. And yet those like myself, who connect with a book, characters, a fictional existence are assumed to be some sort of basement dwelling, dysfunctional,socially inept creatures to be patted on the head like a errant child that’s covered in something gross.

Let me tell you something about the modern member of a fandom. Some of the pilots, engineers, astronauts that cruise the skies and explore the stars grew up watching “Star Trek” and wanted to make that a world a reality. The tech, the ideals. Science fiction made fact.

Presidents, politicians, athletes growing up, running down to the corner store to pick up the newest copy of their favorite comic book. The Supermen of yesterday’s Halloween are the quarterbacks, drivers, runners of tomorrow.

The “morphin time” mascots become the martial artists of today.

That nerd you made fun of as a child that played with computers could probably rewrite your identity into the biggest criminal in history, or themselves into a digital god. The action figure carrying child becomes the Armed Forces member that fights for your existence.

A fan is a fan is a fan, whether it’s NASCAR, anime, or the Aquabats. So if you are a nerd, a geek, or a dork, flaunt it. So is everyone else: all those people rocking Bulls jerseys, NWA hats, or Monster Truck models, their fandom is not more important than yours, nor yours theirs. Fandom is universal, and historical and enduring.

Instead of focusing on the differences between them, find the common ground. It’s there. All of us are trying to find a unique truth in this world, about the world within ourselves, and the sooner we come together as fans, the faster we can make the changes that make the differences obsolete.

 

Because.

Why I’m Here: Re-Introduction to the blogging community

I originally started a blog, as an outlet. As a way to express myself with the freedom to be able to voice my opinion. This was a novelty growing up. I also wanted to be able to explore the various fictional worlds I lived, and see who else shared my interest. In a small town, my friends would share a couple at most of my interests.

I want to review. I love reviewing. Delving into the minutia of a fictional world and find my meaning, even if said meaning differed from someone else’s. I love to see what others do when they look at the same thing as me. I love books, movies and TV shows, and as a nerd, if I could capitalize on my near-obsession with certain ones and make a living of that, or become the published author that I also want to be, then that would be a dream come true.

I think that the true reason for my various social media accounts, and this blog was for attention. I’ve spent most of my life feeling invisible, and part of that was deliberate. It was necessary. But I don’t live in fear of monsters anymore, and I feel like anytime I want to step into the sunlight, I get shoved back into the shadows. I want to know that I’m being noticed, that someone sees me. That my voice is heard, and get the confirmation that it matters. Then again, this could become a double edged sword, and my being notice might not work out in my favor.

But living in fear of what could happen as an existence I don’t want to endure anymore. Human beings are evolved to survive, but survival means nothing if there is nothing beyond that. Then it is only a matter of: to be or not to be. And the answer to that question is one we can only hope to answer for ourselves.