When you have an unhealthy obsession for the future possibilities of scientific advancement coupled with a personal reality so lackluster and undesirable that you spend the better part of your days doing everything in your power, short of downing a gallon of bleach, to escape it…what better avenue out of the realm of the real than science fiction?
In all honesty, there is nothing inherently wrong with or nerdy about science fiction. As a matter of fact, it is, in theory, pretty cool. Everyone likes high-tech gadgets that make our lives easier (like this...WAY better than a Star Trek communicator). Everyone likes the idea of traveling to far off exotic locations as yet uncharted by man (case in point). Do I even NEED to mention all the intergalactic booty acquired by Captain Kirk (she looks ready)???!!! What’s cooler than that? No, dear friends. Science fiction, in and of itself, is pretty boss.
The problem arises when one moves from admiring the fruits of and characters within science fiction to believing one actually has access to the fruits of and has become one or more of the characters within science fiction. And that, ebonerd, is where we find YOU! The plastic thing you bought from the toy section in Target IS NOT a light saber!!! (WTF?) Klingon IS NOT a real language!!!...or people group for that matter. (I stand corrected. *rolls eyes*) And, no matter how well you can speak in gibberish, you ARE NOT nor will you EVER BE Jar Jar Binks (unless you're this guy. SHEESH!). Furthermore, your failure to admit these truths serve only to insure that your mating options will remain limited to the chunky Princess Leia (sexy) you met at the latest gathering of freaks you attended (sci-fi convention for the normal readers)…or the life-sized, free-standing cut-out of Ohura you’ve been keeping in your room.
For making freaks even freakier…Science Fiction…we salute you! Keep US nerdy. (and celibate.)
