This isn’t a blog of the girl done good. It’s not a display of how well things went. It’s not a record of my coolness.
I make mistakes at every turn. I always have. Everything I’ve ever gotten came from blind luck and oblivious persistence.
Nothing was easy. Nothing landed in my lap. I worked. I tried. I failed. I dusted my self off and started again. Well in the interest of honesty I should add… I failed. I cried. I ate a pile of chocolate. Cried some more. Ate some ice cream. You get the picture.
The point is when some were drinking tequila shots and frolicking on beaches I was cutting things up and looking at them through a microscope. I was collecting samples. I was checking the statistics. I was *really* caring about the Genome project.
When some were having sleepovers and talking about boys I was reading Jules Verne and dreaming of being an astronaut.
When asked in junior school what I wanted to do when I grew up I didn’t say Model, or Singer (or as my real life class mates responded “taxi driver” and “secretary”) I said I really wanted to win the Novel prize for Science.
When my sight failed I went to specsavers and wore BIG glasses, not because they looked bang on trend but because they were cheap and gave me a good field of vision. I wore chinos and loafers and blazers. I didn’t do it to look cool. I wanted to be both comfortable and smart.
I still collect stationary and have discerning opinions on post-it notes. Even as a child I collected napkins. Ever need a correctly folded napkin swan in an emergency? Call me! And just wait till you see my stamp collection! It’s both massive and comprehensive.
I’m in danger of frothing at the mouth here before I’ve even reached my actual point.
And it’s this: Fuck off! Nerdiness is mine.
Succinct I think you’ll agree. Really it’s a message to all those Johnny-come-latelys trying to steal my identity.
I don’t remember laminating your chess club member card.
Where were you when plimsoles were first in?
Take your satchel bags, your faux tipex nails and fuck off.
Nerdiness is mine. I earned it. This isn’t some short and torrid love affair with polyester. It’s a lifestyle choice. It’s a long term commitment. It’s taken decades and it shows no signs of fading.
So back off and get your own thing.