Confessions of a 20-something Dork.

I have never hid the fact that I am a self-proclaimed dork.

To me? A dork is someone that is (hopefully) a little endearing, if not cutting edge in being trendy or fashionable or you know, up with the times. Note the hopefully.

So being the well-renowned amateur web journalist that I am, I decided to turn to trusty Google McGoogle to see what IT'S definition of a dork is. Thanks to the lovely folks at Urban Dictionary, these are probably my favourites.

• Someone who has odd interests, and is often silly at times. A dork is also
  someone who can be themselves and not care what anyone thinks. (Score! That one sounds positive.)


• A whale penis. (Yeah, yeah, we all knew that one was coming.)


• A person capable of a full range of normal human social interaction but secretly
  harboring the desire to become a Dwarf and spend his/her life in the pursuit of
  the Dragon who stole his/her magical ale flaggon. (Oh dear.)


• A person who does not know how to open doors and is a little slow in the head. (Sometimes I walk into sliding doors.)


• An annoying person. (That hurts. It really hurts.)


• A cool person whos only slightly loserish. (I really like the example that went with this one; "I'm a dork. But I'm fuckin cool!")


• Someone who does things that are kinda silly and not neccessarily cool but
  always cute. (That's the definition I was going for. I want to be cute, damnit.)

Ahem. All journalism aside, I'm quite happy being a dork.

I don't think I've ever been a member of an in-group in ANY stage of my life. That's not to say I was completely isolated and started twitching uncontrollably when I came into contact with other human beings; I was just happier with a small group of friends rather than putting up appearances all the time. Everyone thinks that these groups magically disappear as soon as you leave high school, but look around; there is always a group of people who gravitate towards each other in any situation. Workplace? Check. Sporting groups? Check. Parties? Check. Blog World? Check. (It's true!)

I may not be part of any in-group, but I'm usually pretty happy (if a little whingy). I have people I can talk to when I need them, even if they are a thousand miles away. I don't need to wear designer shit to keep up with anybody. I don't need to OWN designer shit to keep up with anybody. (Although, I am currently having a love affair with Havaianas and my Ipod, so shoot my pseudo-trendy side.)

So, what makes me a dork?

I love to read. I love to write. I generally love to study, when it's something I am interested in. I do crossword puzzles. I love board games. I sing like a loon on SingStar even though I CANNOT SING. I know how to take a joke. I wear glasses (hee). I like computers (when they work). I don't have a huge amount of friends, but I'm generally okay with talking to random people. I can write with both hands. I still have a picture of Jason Behr (Max Evans from Roswell) in my room. I watch Dawsons Creek.

(Excuse me; taking a breath.)

I get excited when I receive e-mails and comments. I like dancing with the
kidlets in school discos even though I CANNOT DANCE. I really like some games, but NO role playing ones. (Even this dork has limits.) I have no idea what trendy people even DO
these days. I have really, really stupid moments where I lose all
common sense. I am terribly "blonde". I think the X-Files is cool. (No, really.) I
can't read a piece of paper without automatically searching for grammar
errors. I mix up my left and my right directions. I carry a book around with me in any overnight bags, in my car, and in most rooms of the house.

There you have it. I am a dork. And I am now off to eat some dorky breakfast, have a dorky shower and go back to my dorky bed.