Word to the Nerd(s)

In this world there are nerds a plenty.  As a life-long member of the group, I should know. The nice thing about nerds is that there isn't any one kind.  The term nerd refers to more of a broad classification of people than any one particular group. Don't believe me, let's review a few.

There is the shy nerd, the straight-line-walking nerd, the musical nerd, the oblivious nerd, the proud nerd, the fourteen-going-on-forty nerd, the gross nerd, the brilliant-to-the-point-of -being-an-imbecile nerd, and even the faux nerd--you know, the person who is actually really cool and just wears nerd as further proof of the fact that they are too cool for it to look nerdy on them.  Now you may consider that this isn't actually a classification of nerd, but rather a subtype of cool, but you would be wrong.  Why, you ask?   Because nerds are not exclusive, they're inclusive. They're lovers not haters, acceptors not rejectors. They protect their eyes and their pockets. 

One of the things I love most about nerds is often they think they know how nerdy they are only to find out they don't.  I learned this lesson over and over in my youth when I would suggest a "fun activity" to my friends only to be met with bland stares or raucous laughter. Consequently, I thought I had a firm grasp on my exact degree of nerdiness by adulthood.  I was wrong. In a recent conversation with my husband and some friends I talked about going to Jr. High and High School dances on time...

"You went on time?" my husband said with a look of "I thought after eleven years of marriage I knew you."  "Ya, what's wrong with that?"  
"Why would you do that?"  (this from another self proclaimed nerd)
"Because I wanted to talk to all my friends."
"Your friends were all there early too?"
insert laughter
"You were such a nerd!"

Yes, yes I was.  Apparently even more so than I realized.  But I'm a nerd, so I don't care that I was even nerdier than my nerd instincts told me I was. Nor does it bother me that another nerd is proclaiming my nerdiness as if I've sunk to even new nerdy depths. I'll add to it, proudly (because nerds don't deny, they implicate themselves further).  I also wore the dress my grandmother bought me for my first dance.  She had good taste.  No, really, she did. The dress was black velvet and taffeta with puff sleeves and layers of ruffles on the skirt.

So you may be asking, why do I proclaim my love of nerds and fiercely covet my position among them?  It's simple, the nerdy, pimply, drama kings and queens of today, turn into the famous movie stars of tomorrow.   The computer geeks of today end up as computer geeks of tomorrow, only a whole lot richer. Nerds provide us with literature and art and science and the need for the entire dandruff shampoo industry.  In short, they make the world go round, and they do it with their own flare, or lack thereof.  So today, I honor the nerds, and I do it as only a nerd could, by taking a trendy phrase and using it in a such a way as to suck all the cool right out of it. That's right I say, word.  Word to the Nerd.

Were you a nerd?  What was the nerdiest thing you ever did?