today+yesterday: written nothing, but have mended 9 pairs of socks!

[thene]

(I kinda hate having to throw away socks because they are irrepairably ex-socks. Especially when it was my green and white stripy sheep socks. I saved the sheeps in case I want to sew them on something else.)

Interesting post, reminds me somewhat of me & Chris's conclusions about the love-hate relationship with irony:

The problem is that valuing geekiness as the be-all and end-all of what makes someone a worthwhile person is as stupid as a jock** thinking that it's limited to how much you can bench-press, or a prep** thinking it's about how much money you have. It's a worthless measure in isolation- what can you actually do with it? Are you a good person by the measures of honesty, trustworthiness, loyalty, and compassion? Sure, you have a lot of SF books or DVDs, great LARPing costumes, go to cons, can name stats for your favorite series, and have signed copies of your favorite comics- but are you someone that your friends will call when they've had a bad day and need someone to talk to? You can code, you can hack, you can mcguyver a solution to any technical problem and you do it with the elegance and efficiency of a world-conquering AI. Hell, Artificial Intelligence programs that ace the Turing test and are even now plotting the path towards the singularity totally read your blog. But if you can't treat other people's needs and thoughts as anything more than the inconvenient pauses between your amazing oration opportunities, I don't want to hang out with you or share a theater with you.

Because Geek, Please, this is not a contest or a competition. You do not have to prove yourself by winning against some imagined set of judges, defeating some specter of past bullies, some invented quantifiable measure of absolute worth. I'd like to get to know actual people, not just their collection of quotes. Stop performing. It's okay. You are safe, among friends, and they'd like to see more than a childhood label. You won't get past the (reasonable, understandable) fear of rejection and your craving for acceptance until you get to a point that you can allow others into a space in your life that isn't defended with displays, but is instead accepting of other's need to interact on a more genuine and respectful basis.

Or at least shut up and let me watch my movie in peace.