Confessions of a 20-something Dork.

I have never hid the fact that I am a self-proclaimed dork.

To me? A dork is someone that is (hopefully) a little endearing, if not cutting edge in being trendy or fashionable or you know, up with the times. Note the hopefully.

So being the well-renowned amateur web journalist that I am, I decided to turn to trusty Google McGoogle to see what IT'S definition of a dork is. Thanks to the lovely folks at Urban Dictionary, these are probably my favourites.


  • Someone who has odd interests, and is often silly at times. A dork is also
    someone who can be themselves and not care what anyone thinks. (Score! That one sounds positive.)

  • A whale penis. (Yeah, yeah, we all knew that one was coming.)

  • A person capable of a full range of normal human social interaction but secretly
    harboring the desire to become a Dwarf and spend his/her life in the pursuit of
    the Dragon who stole his/her magical ale flaggon. (Oh dear.)

  • A person who does not know how to open doors and is a little slow in the head. (Sometimes I walk into sliding doors.)

  • An annoying person. (That hurts. It really hurts.)

  • A cool person whos only slightly loserish. (I really like the example that went with this one; "I'm a dork. But I'm fuckin cool!")

  • Someone who does things that are kinda silly and not neccessarily cool but
    always cute. (That's the definition I was going for. I want to be cute, damnit.)


Ahem. All journalism aside, I'm quite happy being a dork.

I don't think I've ever been a member of an in-group in ANY stage of my life. That's not to say I was completely isolated and started twitching uncontrollably when I came into contact with other human beings; I was just happier with a small group of friends rather than putting up appearances all the time. Everyone thinks that these groups magically disappear as soon as you leave high school, but look around; there is always a group of people who gravitate towards each other in any situation. Workplace? Check. Sporting groups? Check. Parties? Check. Blog World? Check. (It's true!)

I may not be part of any in-group, but I'm usually pretty happy (if a little whingy). I have people I can talk to when I need them, even if they are a thousand miles away. I don't need to wear designer shit to keep up with anybody. I don't need to OWN designer shit to keep up with anybody. (Although, I am currently having a love affair with Havaianas and my Ipod, so shoot my pseudo-trendy side.)

So, what makes me a dork?

I love to read. I love to write. I generally love to study, when it's something I am interested in. I do crossword puzzles. I love board games. I sing like a loon on SingStar even though I CANNOT SING. I know how to take a joke. I wear glasses (hee). I like computers (when they work). I don't have a huge amount of friends, but I'm generally okay with talking to random people. I can write with both hands. I still have a picture of Jason Behr (Max Evans from Roswell) in my room. I watch Dawsons Creek.

(Excuse me; taking a breath.)

I get excited when I receive e-mails and comments. I like dancing with the
kidlets in school discos even though I CANNOT DANCE. I really like some games, but NO role playing ones. (Even this dork has limits.) I have no idea what trendy people even DO
these days. I have really, really stupid moments where I lose all
common sense. I am terribly "blonde". I think the X-Files is cool. (No, really.) I
can't read a piece of paper without automatically searching for grammar
errors. I mix up my left and my right directions. I carry a book around with me in any overnight bags, in my car, and in most rooms of the house.

There you have it. I am a dork. And I am now off to eat some dorky breakfast, have a dorky shower and go back to my dorky bed.


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19 comments:

reformattingmybrain said...

ha! This was great :-) I'm always saying I'm a dork. And I can agree to many of your reasons.... reading, studying, crossword puzzles (woohoo), watching Wheel of Fortune (I get made fun of big time for this one), board games, card games, my computer is my best friend, glasses, contacts, checking too often for emails and comments and new posts from blogging friends, no dancing, have my own trends - my comfy clothes (more than likely hooded sweatshirt and jeans - hell it's my preggy attire still - haha :-))This list could go on and on and on but I won't bore you!

reformattingmybrain said...

Adding to my dorkiness... I just got extremely excited because I saw you were born on July 31st, like me and you live in Sydney and I live in Sidney. I think I've told everybody on my MSN list already :-) haha

nancypearlwannabe said...

Oh, Aly, being a dork is the best! The other night I was watching Star Trek: First Contact with Chris and I was totally getting into it, when he just looked at me and said, "God, I love you."

As long as you find your dork soul mates, all will be well with the world. :)

lara said...

i've been thinking more and more recently about the social workings of the blog world, so far as cliques and crowds and popularity (or "blogularity" as i've heard it called) are concerend. i think it's fascinating. i know for myself, i want to be popular, because in every situation ever in my life i've wanted to be popular.

hmm... i smell a post in the works...

Mick said...

Yes. Dork = Good.
I think dork is the new cool anyway. Even the cool folk want to have a bit of dork in them. Even if it's just so they know how to fix their wireless connection or figure out how to research that TV they want to buy.

I was excited when I found you were born one day after me! GO LEOS!

Oh...and you said you lose all 'comment' sense.

Dork.

Yeah..I know I am.

Sassy Belle said...

I think, for the first time, I'm finding my way into the "in-crowd." and it's not so much that we're really the "in-crowd", it's just that we like each other so much that no one cares if we're the "in" kids or not.

and that's fantastic.

someone once told me that people, like houses, need time to settle and reveal their true character and charm. i think it's true!

LaLa said...

OK Aly.... have you been reading my diary? This so could be my life.

No wonder I adore you and adore your blog, we are like dork cousins.

Fantastic post, let's revel in our dorkiness... I thought it was a camel's penis, how dorky is that?

xx

Laura said...

You're adorably dorky. Just came to visit after you posted a comment to my blog. Why not link to your Neopets account here? You can even get a referral about once a year or so. :) I'd visit your neoshop if I knew where you are there. It's bitterly cold here (Toronto) today I bet it's a lovely summer day there. Enjoy the warm weather for those of us who wish we weren't shivering quite so much.

Chris said...

There is absolutely nothing wrong with being a dork. Nothing at all! Embrace your dorkdom!

Zandria said...

Your definition of being a dork sounds pretty good to me! We'll be in dork-land together. :)

VirginiaGal said...

Yep, I'm a dork. Except for the whale penis thing. That's just disturbing.

briliantdonkey said...

As someone who hears "you're such a dork" at least several times a day at work, I can completely relate to a lot of this post. Never knew they were calling me a dwarf which kind of pisses me off. A whale penis? wow....Then again a dwarf with a whale penis might not be so bad.

xfiles....check, check, check
dawsons creek....check
crosswords,sudoku,,,,,,check
silly......definite check

Plenty of others.

BD

Aimee said...

Sorry! I'm not a dork. Mark is the dork. :) (computer games anyone?!)

AND, I think we are the in-crowd in our own little way right here in the blog world. The little group that I comment on/email with on a regular basis (dorks and all) are all pretty damn awesome!

Laurel said...

I am a dork, too!
I think all of the interesting people are.
(And I do, occasionally, walk into sliding glass doors!)

angela said...

You can write with both hands? I think that officially moves you up at least one rung on the social status ladder.

Lindsey said...

You are so my chick! I've created my blog on these very principles, except for the whale's penis. I have always kind of been in the "in-between" group too (I was kind of in the in group in highschool, but I went to a private school filled with "dorks" like me, which is why I think I was popular haha). I appreciate a smaller group of close friends far more than I like lots of so-so friends. I love this post, Aly! I wish you lived closer. Oh and just look at our blog friends...the people we hang out with in the blog world, are people just like us, ya know?

Dave Evanns said...

A whale's penis, really? Wow, learn something new everyday I guess.

Teacher A said...

It's so sad that they're now coming out with X-Files season sets that are much slimmer and nicer looking than the ones they first put out. We're running out of space!

MistressOfTheDorkness said...

LOL... this is so cool. I was just checking out the 20-something blogger award nominees and I just couldn't go by without reading this post.

I can *so* identify.

I've embraced my dorkiness... I like to think it makes me stand out.

~cleans off glasses~ if you'll pardon me, I need to go catch the end of CSI. ;-p





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