Speak Out With Your Geek Out

There’s been a minor shitstorm on parts of the blogosphere recently about someone writing an article about dating someone who turned out to be a massive geek. I don’t recall details, and in many ways don’t care very much.

Speak Out With Your Geek Out

But it’s prompted the Speak Out With Your Geek Out mini-campaign which you can participate in by, well, blogging about geeky stuff this week. Which I am. Therefore I must be participating now.

I suppose the campaign aims at demonstrating that geeks can be nice, and shouldn’t be discriminated against just because they’re geeky. I’m not sure if that’s the case. The campaign appears to be a bit less well defined than that, and I think I approve.

Regular readers might note that unlike my usual posts, I don’t seem to have a firm goal in mind when writing this, and am not trying to steer readers towards that. That’s because in some ways, I’m a bit confused as to why I am participating in this, exactly.

Yes, I am a geek, and extremely so, by most people’s standards. But I’m really quite happy and content being the way I am, and don’t feel that my geekiness defines me. In particular, I don’t think I stand out by displaying many of the stereotypical characteristics of the geeky — and if I do, I’m beautifully oblivious to that fact.

Part of that is because over the years, I’ve managed to surround myself predominantly with other geeks. It’s not like I had a cunning plan for that that has now come to fruition… it’s happened naturally and slowly, and — more crucially — I’ve just stopped caring about the opinions of people who don’t accept me for who I am. And, by and large, that’s a good thing whether you’re a geek or not.

But of course that hasn’t always been the case. Back in school, I was the smallish, weird kid with the thick glasses who knew creepily much about just too many different and strange topics. I didn’t like school much. Most subjects weren’t particularly fascinating to me, if they were, the learning pace seemed sluggish and I got distracted easily. And I really didn’t like the way my fellow students treated me. Mind you, I wasn’t really abused, just generally very lonely. I loved learning stuff, and still do, but school seemed to consist only to a few percent of learning.

At this point I suppose it’d be in keeping with the campaign to launch into how things will get better, and give advice. They will. They did for me. As for the advice?

  1. Realize that you are strange. Don’t try to change who you are.
  2. Being strange isn’t bad, it’s just a bit more difficult.
  3. Lots of people are strange. Seek them out.
  4. Your interests will push you to gravitate towards jobs in which somewhat like-minded people work. To get to meet them sooner rather than later, explore your interests with intense passion.
  5. Controversially I’ll say that, when following your interests, it’s OK to only pay the bare minimum of attention to topics you don’t care about. Paying attention to them will be good for you in many ways, but when you have a passion that can be turned into a vocation, it helps to be the best you can be at what you like doing.
  6. You wouldn’t believe how many people tell me I’m lucky to have a job I like. I have that job because I followed my interests as best as I could.

Right. Advice sorted. And with that, I’m out of things to say on this topic, I think.

Han shot first.

  • lobotony

    word.

    • http://www.unwesen.de/ unwesen

      A word? Uh… metaballs! Dunno where I got that from.