It does scare people sometimes.
So I moved. I've mentioned it before. To a wonderful planned community. The houses are lovely examples of classic American architecture.
They also happen to look very similar and everyone seems to really love earth tones. There are a lot of variations on the brown theme. Not to mention the houses have all been built in the last year so no one has really had time to change anything. No fancy landscaping or personal details.
Right now it has a distinctive Stepford feel.
Blah Blah Blah, no one cares about your new house. Stop bragging about your American dream.
Sorry. There is a point in this.
Once a month the ladies from the development meet in the clubhouse for drinks and chatting. It gives us a chance to get to know our neighbors and to talk about how much we love the South. (Not sure how I'm disproving that Stepford comment yet.)
When new ladies arrive we go through the process of explaining which house we live in.
Mrs. X: I live in the one with the double porch.
Mrs. Y: Oh the one in the cul de sac?
Mrs. X: No the one across from the pool.
Mrs. Y: Oh with the dark brown trim or the beige trim?
Mrs. X: Dark Brown.
This is a typical conversation.
Not me though.
All I have to say is Blue Door. Yup. Two words and everyone smiles and nods because they know what I'm talking about.
What does this have to do with being a nerd?
Excellent question. I swear you guys are so smart.
Stop sucking up. We still aren't going to comment on your blog.
Please? Never mind you heartless bastards. Back to the story.
Usually they follow it up with a question about why I love the color blue so much.
Last night though I skipped over the regular pleasantries and told them the truth.
My door is TARDIS blue.
Yeah I just admitted my door color was chosen based on my nerd love of a TV show.
That just happened. Surprisingly, I feel no shame.
There were a few pleasant smiles and some quiet chuckles but not a one of them knew who Doctor Who was so then I was forced to explain it.
That was a bad decision. Trying to explain Doctor Who to people who have never even heard of it is like trying to explain physics, in French, to a 3 year old.
That is to say I sounded insane, angry and I wasn't making any sense all at the same time.
So I didn't find any new nerd souls sisters but I did horify my neighbors and that sometimes can be just as rewarding.