It seems like in the last year I’ve started to move away from labeling myself. There are things I am, like “atheist”, but I don’t define myself by them anymore. I’m just… me. Which is weird, since I spent so long looking for a definition that fit me. Maybe I’m finally becoming comfortable enough with myself that fitting into a group isn’t as important. I have friends and family who accept me. I don’t seem to need any more than that at this stage of my life.
What brought this up was emailing with a new friend about there being a new geek/gaming pub in Orlando, called the Cloak & Blaster. I told her I’m interesting in going because of their craft beer selection and lack of dudebros. I don’t really game, and I don’t consider myself a geek anymore. I’m not involved with any fandoms, I’m not into SF/fantasy, and I don’t work with computers anymore. I still read some comic books but I don’t geek out over them like I used to.
I know people who talk proudly about how “weird” they are. Maybe I’m jaded, but I don’t think of people as being weird. Everybody’s different to one degree or another. Normal doesn’t exist. What’s normal for me might not be normal for someone else. So I get really annoyed at people who feel the need to point out their supposed weirdness. It’s probably just me and not them. If it makes them feel better to remind people how different they are, I’m not going to stop them. I’ll just continue to silently roll my eyes and move on.