I make no secret about the fact that I’m a nerd. I’ve always been a nerd. Who knew that all these years later, being nerdy could be celebrated.
I was telling my husband a while back that I really hope Punkie is a nerd too. I think it’s the best way to go. I didn’t really have any peer pressure. My friends were busy, as I was, studying, reading books, and memorizing the dialogue in 80s movies. To be honest, I don’t even know what the cool kids were doing with their time. Did they party? Did they drink or shop lift? I have no idea. I was busy keeping shenanigans off of my permanent record.
Bill Gates was a nerd . . . I think he owns Seattle now. Hell, he might own the entire State of Washington.
As a nerd, I honed some good skills – I developed a work ethic. I figured out how to be liked just enough so I didn’t suffer on Freshman Friday (the Seniors would throw Nair and perfume and who knows what else all over various Freshmen). I learned how to study and keep an open mind. I participated in a lot of after school activities, which helped me identify the things I liked doing and the things I didn’t ever want to do again. I learned to accept that I’m not a model and I will never look like one – to accept myself the way I am. I learned how to tell self-deprecating jokes.
I ran across this article today: http://www.cnn.com/2014/06/12/living/cool-kids-study-parents-duplicate-2/index.html?hpt=hp_bn11
It’s nice to have one’s instincts confirmed by science. I’ve always liked science.