My family has been telling me for a few years that I’m a geek. I always argue against the idea. After all, I don’t wear a pocket protector or code games in my spare time. Yes, I’d rather read a good book than watch a ball game, but doesn’t everyone?
Well this morning I came to the realization that they may be right. I was getting dressed for work and pulled out a red shirt. As I was pulling it over my head the thought came to me: “Damn, I’m a disposable character now. I better not go on any missions today.”
Then it hit me — I am a geek.
And for the record: Kirk over Picard any day. If I’m going to be fried to ash on some god-forsaken planet, someone’s getting laid. Just saying.