Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

Our bloody brave way into our slippers every morning.

May 31, 2016


I don't know. I mean, I'm one of the most awkward, inelegant people I know. I used to hide it by heightening it with foul language, crazy hair, and super-heavy Doc Martens (my knees still grumble over that phase...). Then I hid it through sheer force of will--carefully casual, willfully comfortable in social situations. 


But now? Meh. Screw it. I'm tired. So I'm awkward. So I really dislike big social events, especially when I know few people--most especially when those few aren't in my core tribe to begin with. So I don't like leaving home and, really, don't even like travel much, unless it's in my car on my own. So I tend toward being a hermit with a huge, unconditional love of mystery novels, cats, and rainy days. 


So what if I'm my own stereotype?


No one is airbrushing this life, and honestly, the upkeep looks exhausting. 


So be bravely awkward. Go full geek, but go authentic geek. 


There is no courage, no spirit, no statement without authenticity. 







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