“What is that?”
“For what? You don’t own a gun.”
“No, but I own plenty of gadgets.”
“You are such a geek.”
“That’s über geek to you, peon.”
So I went ahead and bought myself that gadget holster I wanted. While I’m finding out whether I can chalk it as some of my better made investments, walking around with it even with a jacket on makes me feel like I’m twice as dangerous. Of course, that alone presents a problem getting through any security, especially at airports. I can suddenly see myself on my knees with my hands behind my head going “I swear officer! I was just reaching for my phone!!”.
Some people may call it the permanent women repellent and in some cases, I tend to agree. But then again, women don’t love geeks for what we wear anyway. It’s what’s in these heads of ours that make up for all the eccentricities we have. That and what we have when we take our clothes off anyway. For what it’s worth right now, I can live marked with the social stereotype of being a geek. I’ve never seen it as a negative stigma and with what I’ve gotten out of it, I’m surprised it’s still considered seriously uncool in social circles.
Then again, we sit on the bleeding edge of technology. We carry with us the technology and the knowledge to make our lives just a little easier. We laugh at those who used to laugh at us who now struggle to keep up with the ever advancing world. We have our money. We have our men and women who adore us. We have the world at our fingertips. What more could you possibly ask for? What else could you possibly want to be that could content with this?
Come to think of it, I don’t think I could be any happier being anything else.