Confessions of a 42 Year Old Nerd

A couple of weeks ago I wrote a blog about introversion and how I feel like an intruder when many people would not.  I even read something
recently where someone was so introverted that they feel overwhelmed when they are in a large group.  I can relate to that.

Today I want to confess something about myself.  I am a nerd.  Sometimes I refer to myself as a geek.  Nerd.  Geek.  It’s all the same to me.  And I’ve been one most of my life.

I was country when country was anything but cool.

I bought and collected comic books through college.

I am a runner and preferred running by myself to many other activities.

I love to watch the Tour de France, somewhat because it has a nerd coolness to it.

I still geek out to all of the super-hero/comic book movies that have been coming out for the past couple of decades.  I even geek out to
the bad ones.  I did a countdown to the 1989 version of Batman and saw it four times in the first week.

I like Doctor Who and a lot of shows that show up on SyFy.

I currently like bluegrass and Americana music.

Guess what?  I used to try to keep this cleverly hidden from as many people as I could.  I did not want anyone to know I was a geek.  I wanted to fit in.  I listened to music, watched TV, saw movies and did who knows what to cover up my inner nerd.

Oh, how I wish I hadn’t done it.

Now, I relish my inner geek.  I don’t buy comic books, but I am geeking out over Thor, X-Men First Class, Green Lantern and Captain America
this summer.  The Avenger, Spider Man, the next Batman and Superman come out next year.

The Tour de France starts this Saturday, July 2.  I’m pulling for Andy Schleck over Alberto Contador.

The second half of this year’s season of Doctor Who will be back on in September.

I’m reading Dean Karnazes’ book about running 50 marathons in 50 states in 50 days right now.

I don’t like today’s hit country.

I need a bluegrass festival fix.

I confess.  I’m a 42-year-old nerd.

The good news?  Jesus loved me enough to die on the cross for me.  Despite my sins.  Despite my nerdness.  None of that mattered to Him.  He loved me enough to pay the debt for my sins and save me.

How about you?