Bad Carrie. No biscuit.
These are my people. Seriously, I can sometimes get a little shy in public, particularly if I'm in a room full of people who are into things like sports. I'm one of those people who prays for a green question about food or ice skating when I'm playing Trivial Pursuit. I do not do the sport thing, or rather, I enjoy watching sports in person. I admire athletes for their dedication and skill. But I that's as far as it goes. A conversation about sports with me goes something like this:
Sporty person at party: Dude! Did you see Muscley Muscleman make that play last night? He's freaking fast!
Me: Like, Flash fast? Like, do his legs go all blurry when he runs? Because I've always wanted to see that in real life.
Sporty person at party: Um... whatever. And he's got such endurance!
Me: Like, he could outrun a thousand zombies? Because really, that's my benchmark as far as the whole endurance thing goes. If you can't outrun a thousand zombies, I'm not impressed.
Sporty person at party: Oh, wow. There's my... uh... best friend over there. I need to go talk to him. Right now.
But if you put me in a room full of gamer geeks? Suddenly, I turn into the life of the party. I am kewl, in geek speak. Which is about the biggest oxymoron in the world. Because really? We geeks are the kewl ones. We just allow the rest of you your delusions.