Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Nerd Girl

I never thought I was a nerd. It never crossed my mind that I could possibly be a nerd. And I'm not about to go labeling myself and saying I am a nerd, because I don't like labels, not on me or anyone else.
So, we'll put it this way: I have some characteristics of a nerd. I'm sure you have the characteristics of some type of person you didn't even think you remotely resembled. It's amazing how much you can discover about yourself.

 I don't have children yet, but I've already named them. Oh dear. Nicholas from Nicholas Nickleby has always held a spot in the options for boy's names.

I am a great admirer of the Sherlock Holmes books and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's work, having poured for hours over the short stories, mysteries, adventures and novels that Dr. Watson chronicled.
So my advice to you: don't watch the new movies. I refuse to watch them and so should you. If only the American public would just read the books.


 I admit I have done this. I spent an entire school day reading "Great Expectations" while I should've been doing math or Literature or some other subject I am graded on. But if there was any author this is worth falling behind on school work for, then it is Charles Dickens.

 This happens to me all the time. Most recently, a friend's mother gave the whole "Dark Knight" plot and ending before I had time to run away or plug my ears. I have no hard feelings, but now the movie won't be as exciting. I hope this never happens to you, and I hope I never do this to anyone, though I'm sure I have.

 And no one ever does! For example, what happened today? Frank Sinatra was born in 1915. When the feeling strikes me, I will decorate for random historical events - like the shooting of Jesse James or the sinking of the Titanic - and the family is served a themed dinner. 
I am not ashamed of celebrating the mundane or the unknown.
It makes life more interesting.

Someone asked me what my favorite book was. I told them "Tarzan of the Apes."
Then they asked me why.
I didn't have the time to do the subject justice and the conversation was cut short, but this not the first time someone has asked me to explain a subject I love and I cannot condense my answer without horribly mutating the original subject.
This is when I invite you out for afternoon coffee so I can properly educate you on the subjects I love.

So I guess it is true.
I guess, maybe, I am a nerd.