I’ve realized how much I’m a geek: it’s visible.
This week I’ve been “teaching” Vacation Bible School (I’m a youtherd, shepherding children from activity to activity) and every day they have a “color of the day,” and they’d like you to wear something in a specific color.
Monday’s color? Red. I have red t-shirts so I didn’t think about it until it came time to get dressed, and then I realized, I effectively have no red shirts to wear. My choices were either the Dragonball Z t-shirt with Vegeta looking murderous, or my Apathy Coalition t-shirt. To wear to Vacation Bible School at the Angelborough Church Of Christ.
Yeah, not looking real good for the color of the day there. I wore blue.
But all this week a dreadful realization has crystalized in my mind, something I’ve tried to deny for the past few months when I first noticed it at one of the Kiddos’ baseball games: I dress like a geek. Most of my t-shirts have the Gatchaman characters on them, and the ones that don’t have other anime characters, bizarre slogans, or other hints at my nonstandard way of perceiving the world.
The respectable adults around me don’t do that. They’re wearing plain shirts, or stripes. They have tiny embroidered logos and collars and buttons.
I asked my Patient Husband, who was wearing a Tick t-shirt, “Did you and I just fail to grow up?”
Part of it, he reassured me, is that both of us keep our clothes for a ridiculous length of time. We both still have clothing from high school.
No dice, I said. Most of my Gatchaman shirts come from later than 2000, and my woot.com shirts date from the last six months.
He took note at the next event he attended, and he concurred with me: the other parents dressed normally. By which I mean, in respectable clothes. The kind you could wear to Vacation Bible School without someone feeling the need to ask if you’re sure you’ve accepted Jesus into your heart.
The stereotypical geek clothing, if you believe TV, has been pants hiked up over the waist and showing your ankles, maybe a pocket protector and thick plastic glasses. But I’ve come to the strange conclusion that it’s geeky to showcase your interests on your t-shirts, and moreover that I don’t mind.
But at least now I know why they think I’m weird here in Angelborough, and I can admit I wear my geekery on my sleeve.