My brother worked at a comic book and role-playing game shop and for years tried to convince me to go to a science fiction convention with him and his friends.
He told me it was a huge drunk fest in a hotel. I didn’t want to get drunk with nerds.
He told me there was a S&M floor with kinky orgies. I did not want kinky orgies with nerds.
He told me there was hot girls in sexy manga outfits. I told him I didn’t even know what the fuck “manga” was.
After four years of hype I finally caved in and went.
I am not a fan of Star Wars, Star Trek or Doctor Who. The weekend was a major bust for me but I did learn something that weekend.
Nerds don’t give a fuck!
They will wear their anime T-shirts with pride and shout quotes from “Aqua Teen Hunger Force” at the top of their lungs in a crowded elevator full of HB10’s if they so feel like it.
They don’t care what you think of them. They are eccentric, obnoxious, spontaneous and loud. They are passionate and proud of their nerdiness.
By the end of the weekend I was annoyed by the nerds. Surprisingly I was also jealous of the nerds.
At that time in my life I lived my life in fear on how others would perceive me. I held back a lot when interacting with others. I was a “nice guy” who took a lot of shit and was afraid to be himself.
The day I stopped giving a fuck about what others thought of me was the day I started making real progress with becoming better with women.
If nerds can do it, I can do it too (with the exception of singing Weird Al songs in Klingon).
I never found the S&M floor or saw any hot “manga” girls. What I did do was amuse my brother and his friends by getting drunk and ripping on any random nerd that they sicked me on.
My brother managed to sucker me into being his dancing monkey for a weekend. You could say he alpha-maled me theoretically.
That will never happen again.