My Q&A journal asked me an interesting question last week-
What are you a geek about?
I figured I must be geeky about something, after all they phrased it as though we are all geeky about something, so I thought long and hard about it.
But first of all I looked up the word geek to find out if I was totally sure of the definition. (Is that geeky of me or actually proof I am devoid of geekness?)
geek
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Noun
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I am able to be #1. I have the foot in mouth disease and blurt issues which can be a form of ineptness but I can’t seem to dislike this part of me. Regarding being unfashionable, yes, that is entirely possible. But I have so much fun with clothes I will never think too much about that.
Urban dictionary describes geek as The people you pick on in high school and wind up working for as an adult. I am definitely not a fringe intellectual personality who has made it big. My business began in the basement like some famous geeks but they are rich now. Me, not so much. Did I forget to leave my basement?
All I could come up with is that I am geeky about pencils – I like them sharp. I find it hard to think or write when they are stubby. If all the pencils at all 5 desks in our house are sharp, it is like the planets are aligned. Oh, and HB2 please.
I also hate dirty feet in an almost geeky way. Is geeky the same as obsessed? Well it might be an ‘eccentric devotion’. They can be dirty and bare foot up north (but not in the city I fear that says orphan, or homeless) all day and into the night but please when you get into bed make sure they are clean and not sandy. If I think my children are even at camp going to bed with dirty, sandy feet I feel a little queasy.
I also have an eccentric devotion to fresh fruit and vegetables. I get nervous, panicky and sad if they are in short supply. This feeling is so strong I likely died a slow and painful death of scurvy in another life.
I recently bought a shredder. It gave me the geek chills . I spent a day with a friend shredding old files and tax returns no longer important. I organized my children’s report cards and letters from/to Santa. I revisited and destroyed with a large bomb shredded some paperwork from my former marriage.
I kept some stuff, sorted all of it and shredded loads of it.
I went to bed feeling 5 pounds lighter.
And a little geeky for a change.
I wonder-is the opposite of geek, a hippie ? Why does someone paint or write or sculpt or garden or build or do anything creative? I like this thought on creative endeavour and subscribe to it fully