NERDS!!!

       Okay, I'll say it. My friends and I are nerds. Dorky, quirky, overly-enthusiastic nerds. After all, that's all a nerd really is, right? Enthusiastic. That's something we're granted. The rest of society is okay with and accepts the fact that we get way too excited about...well, anything. We're allowed to get bounce-up-and-down-in-your-chair-till-you-tip-over-like-an-idiot excited, over whatever makes us happy. I wouldn't live life any other way. I wouldn't want to know a world where I couldn't get in a totally serious debate over whether Gandalf is a better wizard than Merlin (he is). I wouldn't want to exist without the luxury of getting furious and yelling at my roommate because we disagree on whether or not Anakin Skywalker really did bring balance to the force (he didn't). I can obsess over worlds and lives that are too fantastic for anybody to hope to live in. I can go play Dungeons and Dragons with the people I'm closest to, pretend to be a Goblin for 4 hours and have memories of a time with my friends, only in those memories, I'm not in a garage sitting around a table, I'm a freaking Goblin, sitting around a campfire with a Hobbit, a Gnome, and a Druid, and those memories feel as real as any other. When you're a nerd, the confines of life seem almost non-existent.