It seemed so obvious. Yet I had been oblivious for so long (or maybe I just didn't want to accept the truth). Especially when I'm at my most relaxed state, it seems so blatant.
I have really been looking forward to the new Star Trek movie, which, in itself, is not exactly nerdy behavior; I have determined this because my 17 year old, hip, younger sister also wants to see the film. No, what makes my interest nerdy is the fact that first I feel I must acclimate myself with the original series, to fully appreciate the franchise, by sitting for hours watching the Sci-Fi channel. In accordance with this, I have been greeting everyone I meet with the vulcan salute and ending all of my conversations with 'Live Long and Prosper.' I thought maybe this was a bit unusual, in a refreshing way, but my sister's (and complete strangers') snarky and judgmental reactions seem to indicate otherwise.
There have been other signs. Just yesterday, upon seeing my grandfather in the hospital hooked up to countless numbers of bulky health care equipment, I mentioned my terror of the inevitable rise of machines as the ultimate destruction of mankind. Once I had gathered myself and was able to relax, I made him pretend his high tech blood oxygen reader was a laser gun and called him Luke Skywalker for the duration of the visit (he's no Hans Solo, let's face it). I guess I did more harm than good in the visit because when I left I noticed his blood pressure had risen...not dangerously, but still...
Instead of fight against this nerd instinct and attempting to blend in with the rest of society (which I spent most of my high school career doing) I have decided to embrace my quirks and hope for the long anticipated revenge of the nerds on humankind.
In summary, when the aliens inevitably land on Earth and ask me to take me to my leader, you can be damn sure that I will be directing the spacecraft to Bill Gate's address. I am no longer ashamed to say it.
