Geekitude

Hello. My name is Tessa. I’m 43 years old and I’m a geek. I doubt that I’ll change. While I can broadcast other public images, at the end of the day I revert back to my natural shyness and hide well. I choose comfy sweats and fluffy socks over silk or lace, little to no makeup, plant my nose in a book every chance I get – sometimes giving imaginary worlds as much precedence as the real one. Some days I favor the company of pets over people—a sentiment that began before I started school—I was born this way! Popular sports lover? Eh, not so much. I've never bought into the mainstream outlook that athletics is what makes a person significant or worthy. Contrary to what others have said they believed about me, really ritzy things make me uncomfortable. Also, I may have danced gracefully, but offstage I can be a klutz (I didn't retain the nickname “Boom Boom” for nothing). 
And, doggone it, I like me!

Geeky me at the super slick Muse concert in Nashville, Sept. 2013. Photo taken by my ultra cool sister, Heidi. I tried to capture a similar pic of her, only it turned out in red streaks. I’m not a technical geek (sorry again, sis).

​If you’re a geek, but for different reasons—that’s all right! We don’t need to unite. And we’re okay with that.

Then there are the children of geeks.

My son, Fletcher, and his cousin, Victoria.

There are generations of us. The madness won’t stop. I hope it never will. Welcome to my glorious geekdom!