I was an oddity among my female peers; a rag-doll in an otherwise hot-pink-hued world of Barbies. I was forced to confront what most people do in their teenage years at the formative age of seven. Do you try to be one of the group? Or do you continue on as you are and wait for someone to befriend you for that instead? I would like to boast that my first instinct was to chose the latter, but I'd be lying and I'd rather not have this first confessional between us be that tainted with fallacy. Of course I wanted to fit in--there's a strange desire for familial bonds--especially when we're children. I was near desperate to be one of them for a few years--so much that at one point, I even used what little money I had to buy 'accessories' off one of the inner-circle girls because she had assured me that 'accessories' were the road to popularity.
Luckily, this phase wasn't too long lasting and eventually, I gave up. In my exile as the 'weird girl' in my small elementary school, I had already been drawing comfort from the worlds of Tolkien, the Mushroom Kingdom, and any other fantasy/sci-fi novel and video game that came my way. Eventually, I forfeited Barbie world for the one of my imagination. I think it was coming to the realization that everything I enjoyed--they either didn't know existed or thought it was stupid, and ironically enough, vice versa. It wasn't worth the effort. Though these events are not obviously solely responsible for who I am today, but I believe they are what started me off in the 'geek way'. And that's really what I boil down to. A geek. Plain and simple, just a geek with a handful of dreams like all other geeks. The only difference now, is that I know I'm not alone.
So this is me. This is my story in progress. If you don't want to read, I understand completely. If you do? Well... Welcome aboard. It's going to be one hell of a ride.