Excuse me, your geek is showing.
Saturday, Mar. 17, 2007 // 13:33
It's so embarrassing when people come over. It's always one of two things:
b.) my geek shows.
It's usually pretty quiet 'round here. Very seldom do the neighbors make noise. That is, until I have a guest over. When my sister and her boyfriend were here bringing me a bunch of stuff, some guy kept riding by on a bicycle, singing selections from Disney's Aladdin. What could've been gunshots were audible from the next block over. And then a cop drove by and asked us if we'd heard it.
My dad and a friend came over to replace my electric panel, because our old one was faulty. As luck would have it, some raggedy lady had just been evicted, and was going from door-to-door, asking for money or whatever else they might have. While Dad and his friend were working, she'd repeatedly asked them for rides, to which they replied "Uh, we're sorta working." Every time they went outside, she'd ask, and I could tell they were getting exasperated. I apologized, and told them it wasn't usually like this. They replied, "You need to be taping this shit."
Okay, so now that my living room is a complete arcade, people come in and say "Whoa! We gotta play some games!" It feeds my ego at first, but then I'm not really sure if I should be proud of it, or ashamed of it. I'll admit, I'd wanna be friends with anybody who had a friggin' arcade, but it's kind of embarrassing.
A few weeks back, I had a friend over. She'd seen the arcade games a while back and thought they were cool, but I really let my geek slip out. Chris was reading a classic gaming magazine, and was asking me about some Japanese console. So while we were talking about it, I saw Courtney turn around and yawn. I was like "Excuse me, my geek is showing." She laughed, and as I went into the bathroom to wash it off, I felt a little piece of me die inside. I am such a dork.