Geekery

I found out last night that I'm a geek. Well, I didn't exactly find out. I just got some validation in the matter. I took this geek test. The result: I'm 22.87% geek. That's almost a whole quarter of geekiness oozing from every pore. No wonder I can't get laid. Of course, my score goes way up because I was forced to take classes like calculus and physics and once had a dog named Einstein. Plus my brothers are geeks, and their geekdom inevitably rubbed off. I would never have gotten involved in (gasp)role playing games if I'd had friends to play with. But I didn't, so I had to hang with my brothers and their ilk. So it's not entirely my fault. And my whole family is good at math. We're all geeks. It's kind of sad, really. But there's not much I can do about it at this point. I'm resigned to being uncool for the rest of my life. Not understanding why people join fraternities and sororities, not being part of a bowling league, not wanting to cook out on the Fourth of July, not aspiring to ever actually get out of school. I'll never be cool. It's ok. I'm used to it.