Sunday, 2 September 2012

You ever think...

"Hey, that might be interesting. I'd write a blog post about that. I can just tag it 'personal' or 'not bento' instead of 'bento' !"

I have this thought often. And I did start writing a post with that intention... my "New Supplies and a Bento" post on my Bento blog started out as such, but for some reason I changed my mind. It morphed into an on-topic post, and the personal bit just seemed a bit superfluous to me.

Eventually the thought to start a personal blog came about and I wondered to myself, "Am I going to have enough material to justify starting a blog just for my inane ramblings?" You see, generally, I'm a person of few words. Unless you get to know me (which takes awhile) or get me drunk, then you can't shut me up. But in general, I'm not the overly talkative type. Especially about myself. But as the days went by, and I kept having these "Hey, I should blog that" thoughts, it became apparent to me that my inner blogger was crying out for a personal blog. Or something. So, yeah! here it be, all shiny and new.

As the title states, my posts will probably be really, really geeky. or they could be about music, or an awesome place my husband and I visited, or... anything, really.

I think the title is more of a warning than anything. "CAUTION: may contain geek". Am I a geek? Am I a nerd? I'm not sure. I have geeky interests, but I'm not obsessed with them. I don't know every Transformer, I've read only some of the Transformer comics, I've read some of The Walking Dead comics but not all of them, and I can't watch the TV show if it's dark outside or just before bed, because I'm a big wiener. I'm not an expert in anything, but I've dabbled in a lot of things.

I'm 5'8, chubby, married, Native (or "American Indian" to my American friends... and everybody else?), works at a grocery store. Nothing overly unusual. I don't stand out, really. The Transformers messenger bag might be kind of interesting, I don't know. I'm sure I fool a lot of people into thinking I'm not really strange... until they get to know me.

"Oh hey, nice to meet you. You seem norrrm... Bye!"


And that's the scary part... are they going to accept that I have 2 storage bins full of Transformer toys just waiting for shelf space? Will my love of games other than party games set me apart? Can they understand my love for the beady-eyed browness that is Domo Kun? Is my bento lunch, watching of Gundam and aforementioned lurve for teh Domo going to label me as someone who "wants to be Japanese" (I don't) or an "otaku" (I'm not)? Or am I going to be branded as childish, or weird? Because, honestly, I could probably agree with both of those. But not if it's meant as derogatory.

Do I care? In a way, yes. It's nice to meet people who have the same interests as you, but sometimes, the people you tend to meet aren't just interested, they're borderline obsessed with their object of interest to some degree. Not that that's bad, I just can't really relate anymore. Or you don't like them for some reason, or they have a main area of interest in something you don't, or (typically in my case) just aren't interested in getting to know you. For in addition to not really standing out, I'm also fairly socially awkward. I don't make friends easily. It's partially my upbringing, and partially just me being unusual or curmudgeonly at the worst times.

Don't get me wrong; This isn't a "oh, poor me" post. I don't feel sorry for myself to any degree and I don't want anyone else to. It's just something I puzzle over sometimes.

Where mah peeps at? Probably... also wondering where their peeps are at. Ha!

Thank goodness for my husband, f'real. We're two peas in a weird little pod. The Gundam thing is completely his fault.

Thank you, my love, for making me even weirder. <3 :p

... Other'n that, I got nothing. Peace out till next time, Multicoloured marshmallowy goodnesses in a shape suggestive of baby chickens!

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