In the past week I’ve been called a geek not just once or twice but several times. It’s not unusual for me to be called a geek at least once a week–especially when a phrase like “it’s not unusual” reminds me of the joke about the guy who goes to the doctor and says, “Doc, you’ve gotta help me! Every time I see a cat I say ‘What’s new pussycat?’ When I mow the lawn I say ‘Again I touch the green, green grass of home.'” The doctor says, “Sounds like you’ve got Tom Jones syndrome.” The guy says, “Tom Jones syndrome? I’ve never heard of that. Is it rare?”
The doctor says, “It’s not unusual.”
But that’s another story.
It is a little unusual for me to be called a geek so many times in such a short span, though, and, more importantly, it’s always been said as a compliment which makes me wonder when it became hip to be square (stay tuned for a Huey Lewis joke).
It also prompted me to brush off this old chestnut since I’m going through a bit of a fallow period at the moment.