I know that once you put something on the internet, it’s out there forever. So the notion that I’m about to make a public confession is daunting. But good sense hasn’t stopped me before, so here I go…
I’m a geek. In case you didn’t hear me, I’ll say it again: I’m a 100%, bona-fide, USDA stamped Geekazoid. Oh I know what you’re thinking, “That’s it? THAT’S the big confession?” Yeah, I’ll admit, it’s not as juicy as the tidbits on the National Enquirer, but then again, I’m not a big celebrity, now am I?
Furthermore, I must admit that the freedom I’m experiencing RIGHT NOW is exhilarating! You see, for years I’ve been in denial, trying to cover this insidious malady with fashion or music or hipness. Don’t believe me? Well, on a flight to Amsterdam to play a concert (there’s the cover!) was I planning a getaway to the “red-light” district or a “coffee shop” with the other guys in the band? No, I was reading books (which I brought!) about the history of Amsterdam and dreaming of trips to the various museums.
Maps? Love them. Tool gadgets? Gotta have ’em! And if the Super Bowl is on but another channel has a documentary about WWII fighters, when no one’s looking, I change channels for a quickie (sorry, that confession probably made you gag!)
My family says I’ve made progress, but I know I have a long way to go. After all, as any addict will tell you, my monster is always lurking, waiting for the perfect opportunity to cancel my chic and expose my geek.