Perception is everything. When I was the kid balancing my plastic Bill & Ted bank on the glass counter of my local comic book shop and fumbling with crumpled bills to pay for the latest copy of Amazing Spider-Man, I sure felt like the only geek in the world. Years later, when a few classmates would call me names for reading Anne Rice books in study hall, I came to a similar conclusion. Not to mention the time I told a date about my love for Transmetropolitan, only to have her laugh at the concept of a comic book about…
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I can’t say I remember much of high school, but what I do recall wasn’t pleasant. A fair portion of that discomfort came from being a real nerd. I cared more about what was going on in my head than my outward appearance, which believe me, wasn’t attractive. When computers and books became more important to me than clothes or social status, everyone knew it and in turn made sure that I knew it too. To be called a geek or a nerd wasn’t about how I identified myself, it was something I had to acknowledge after years of being…
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