{"id":771,"date":"2015-02-22T20:31:00","date_gmt":"2015-02-22T20:31:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/katrina.effexhost.com\/index.php\/2015\/02\/22\/the-trouble-with-being-a-nerd\/"},"modified":"2015-02-22T20:31:00","modified_gmt":"2015-02-22T20:31:00","slug":"the-trouble-with-being-a-nerd","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lifewithkatie.com\/index.php\/2015\/02\/22\/the-trouble-with-being-a-nerd\/","title":{"rendered":"The Trouble With Being a Nerd"},"content":{"rendered":"<table cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" style=\"float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEh47plahqQAUSw2DMhPgqFr5F9W8W7icSehpTlRLvqNSUfdNzaokeSxq4U7i4ZZk1uinX927vwvO0LOm4sdda7fHkldS270y_3aE6dpWMY3wmp4TDIi3JTOEQksTEDY_E-VRILZcZsxvGQK\/s1600\/flag_2_by_surfingca-d70im6i.png\" style=\"clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" src=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEh47plahqQAUSw2DMhPgqFr5F9W8W7icSehpTlRLvqNSUfdNzaokeSxq4U7i4ZZk1uinX927vwvO0LOm4sdda7fHkldS270y_3aE6dpWMY3wmp4TDIi3JTOEQksTEDY_E-VRILZcZsxvGQK\/s1600\/flag_2_by_surfingca-d70im6i.png\" height=\"196\" width=\"320\" \/><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\">Image via Tumblr<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<div>\nThe other day, I was approached about writing for a site that<br \/>\nconsiders themselves to be a nerd blog. Now, I &nbsp;confess that I&#8217;ve read all of one post on<br \/>\ntheir site, but my immediate reaction was that I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;d have anything<br \/>\nto possibly contribute. I know that one of the two contributors writes about comics\/games<br \/>\nand I have no idea what the owner writes about. It bothered me though that I<br \/>\nwas so quick to reply with, &#8220;I have nothing to offer.&#8221;&nbsp; It bothered me more than the fact that the<br \/>\nowner immediately responded with something along the lines of me not being a<br \/>\nfit, after all. <\/div>\n<div>\n<\/div>\n<div>\nWhy was I so quick to jump to that answer? &nbsp;Is it because I really believe that I have<br \/>\nnothing to offer to a nerd blog? Is it because I run a geek site of my own and<br \/>\nI rarely write for it so it&#8217;d almost feel traitorous for me to start writing<br \/>\nsomeplace else? Or is it because it&#8217;s really hard to be a nerd within the nerd<br \/>\nkingdom sometimes? <\/div>\n<div>\n<\/div>\n<div>\nThe term nerd these days encompasses just as much as the<br \/>\nterm geek.&nbsp; It used to be that these were<br \/>\nvery separate terms with different definitions. To some, they still are. For<br \/>\nthe most part though, I hear them interchanged without anyone blinking. &nbsp;The problem is that they encompass so much.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s become overwhelming. The idea of picking just one subject to write about<br \/>\nis like asking a person to reach down into a pile of gemstones and pull out the<br \/>\none tiny chip of a diamond that&#8217;s in there, but you can&#8217;t look as you reach.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s a blind pull. <\/div>\n<div>\n<\/div>\n<div>\nSo, when I was asked, my brain panicked and tried<br \/>\nfrantically to sift through any and all of my interests to find the one thing<br \/>\nthat would make my writing worth writing. &nbsp;A panicky brain is not a good brain. I<br \/>\nblanked. If asked the same question right now, I would have the same answer. I<br \/>\ndon&#8217;t know. There are too many options and so many that I don&#8217;t feel like any<br \/>\nsort of expert in.<\/div>\n<div>\nThis leads me to the other problem when being asked to write<br \/>\nfor a site like this, nerd panic. This is a very really thing, folks. It&#8217;s that<br \/>\nfeeling you get deep inside when someone asks about your fandom. It&#8217;s that<br \/>\nseries of thoughts that go buzzing through your head:&nbsp; &#8220;What if they don&#8217;t like my fandom? What<br \/>\nif I don&#8217;t do a good job of representing it? Will all the nerds\/geeks hate<br \/>\nme?&#8221; <\/div>\n<div>\n<\/div>\n<div>\nI would love to say that even a geek\/nerd as secure as<br \/>\nmyself and who stands up every single day for the individual and that your<br \/>\nfandom is not my fandom and my fandom is not your fandom, but no fandom is<br \/>\nbetter than another, is immune to this, but I&#8217;m just not.&nbsp; It can be hard to be a nerd in today&#8217;s<br \/>\nkingdom of nerdom. There are so many things to be a fan of and each and every<br \/>\none of these has a handful of ultra-nerds that know every single detail about<br \/>\nwhatever it is. Those are the ones who scare us; the ones who not only know<br \/>\neverything, but will be the first in line to tell you that you&#8217;re wrong. &nbsp;The last thing any of us want to hear is that<br \/>\nwe&#8217;re not really a geek or a nerd or a part of the community. <\/div>\n<div>\n<\/div>\n<div>\nAfter all, humans are meant to be a part of things. We&#8217;re<br \/>\nmeant to seek out those like us and to join with them. To be told that we can&#8217;t<br \/>\nbe a part of that is not only humiliating, but on some levels, it&#8217;s also<br \/>\npainful. It&#8217;s as if a piece of your identity is being ripped away and depending<br \/>\nwho you are, that can be a tiny piece or it can be a huge part of who you feel<br \/>\nthat you are. There are some of us who live very solitary lives and when we<br \/>\nconnect with a group of people and we feel as if we&#8217;re a part of something, it<br \/>\nis a very big deal.&nbsp; We&#8217;ve finally found<br \/>\na place where we fit in. Knowing that there are those who could rip that away<br \/>\nfrom us is very scary. It&#8217;s why people won&#8217;t speak up about their fandoms or<br \/>\nthey keep them secret. Yes, there are closet bronies, browncoats and whovians.<br \/>\nThey exist and they exist because these shows represent a piece of their own<br \/>\npersonality and there is a fear that if they speak up about them, someone may<br \/>\njudge that piece of them. Sometimes, it&#8217;s more than a show, a comic, a movie; it&#8217;s<br \/>\na piece of us on paper or screen. <\/div>\n<div>\n<\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div>\nSo, why didn&#8217;t I jump at the chance to do something that I<br \/>\nlove (writing)? It&#8217;s probably a blend of all of the reasons, but the biggest<br \/>\none? A fear that my fandom, my geek girlness would come under attack and it&#8217;s<br \/>\neasier to accept that someone doesn&#8217;t see you as one at all than to have them<br \/>\nsee a piece of your very self and have them rip that apart. Remember folks,<br \/>\nthat just because someone may not know what color the blade of grass was on<br \/>\nsome far off planet on some far off date doesn&#8217;t mean that they don&#8217;t heavily<br \/>\nrelate to some character who is standing on that same blade of grass and<br \/>\nbecause they relate, it&#8217;s like watching themselves. Each of us is entitled to not<br \/>\nonly our own fandoms, but our own level of fandom. &nbsp;Next time someone asks me to write, I&#8217;m hoping<br \/>\nthat I remember this and I step out, even if I&#8217;m afraid, and I write some kick<br \/>\nass piece for a site that celebrates that very premise.&nbsp;<\/div>\n<p>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/s227.photobucket.com\/albums\/dd163\/kroets\/?action=view&amp;current=Name2.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"Photobucket\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/i227.photobucket.com\/albums\/dd163\/kroets\/Name2.jpg\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>If you like what you&#8217;ve read here, please share it with others using these buttons:<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Image via Tumblr The other day, I was approached about writing for a site that considers themselves to be a nerd blog. 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